Lyrics of California - LIT Killah

California (original)

Aunque tenga los bille' de cien
No puedo hacer que brille mi chain
Me están esperando en LA, me están explotando los mail'
Oh, my God, I can’t stop
No puedo sacar de acá a esa girl que me está volviendo loco en verdad
Y sé que ando perdido all day
No es tan fácil manejar la fame
Sé que me muevo con delay, pero te miro desde los 16
Oh, my God, I can’t stop
No puedo sacar de acá a esa girl que me está volviendo loco en verdad
Aprendí a volar, voy directo a California
No supe más na' de la que me dijo «I love you»
Es hora de borrar tu' gigas de mi memoria
Estar triste es más fácil en first class (Oh)
Y aprendí a volar, voy directo a California
No supe más na' (Na', na', na') de esa que me dijo «I love you»
Es hora de borrar tu' gigas de mi memoria (-ria)
Estar triste es más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class,
class, class, class)
Estar triste es más fácil en first class
Es más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class, class)
Fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class)
Fácil en first—
Entre el desorden encontré tus cosas en mi depto
Un anillo de oro dentro de mi' Jordan Retro
Aunque yo lo veo como excusa pa’l reencuentro
Antes de llamarte me arrepiento y pienso si dice' que no
No, mai, me siento low
Gira', shows, perdiendo el control
Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly girl
Sube más, sube más, sube más, girl
Ante' te gustaba que te compre Cartier
Y ahora actúa' como si nada
Salgo preparado pa' la discotec'
Tomo un par de trago' y quedé disconnect
Aunque todavía no te ubico, girl
'Toy casi seguro que te ví con él
No puedo pensar, estoy alucinando
Aprendí a volar, voy directo a California
No supe más na' de la que me dijo «I love you»
Es hora de borrar tu' gigas de mi memoria
Estar triste es más fácil en first class (Oh)
Y aprendí a volar, voy directo a California
No supe más na' (Na', na', na') de esa que me dijo «I love you»
Es hora de borrar tu' gigas de mi memoria (-ria)
Estar triste es más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class,
class, class, class)
Estar triste es más fácil en first class
Es más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class, class)
Más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class)
Estar triste es más fácil en first class
Es más fácil en first class
No, no, no

(translation)

Although I have the hundred bills
I can't make my chain shine
They're waiting for me in LA, they're exploding my mail'
Oh my God, I can't stop
I can't get that girl out of here who is really driving me crazy
And I know that I'm lost all day
It's not that easy to handle fame
I know I move with delay, but I've been looking at you since I was 16
Oh my God, I can't stop
I can't get that girl out of here who is really driving me crazy
I learned to fly, I'm going straight to California
I didn't know more than she told me "I love you"
It's time to erase your 'gigs from my memory
Being sad is easier in first class (Oh)
And I learned to fly, I'm going straight to California
I didn't know more na' (Na', na', na') than the one who told me «I love you»
It's time to erase your 'gigs' from my memory (-ria)
Being sad is easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class,
class, class, class)
Being sad is easier in first class
It's easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class, class)
Easy on first class (Class, class, class, class, class)
Easy at first—
Among the disorder I found your things in my apartment
A gold ring inside my' Jordan Retro
Although I see it as an excuse for a reunion
Before calling you I regret it and think if she says 'no
No, mai, I feel low
Tour', shows, losing control
butterfly, butterfly, butterfly girl
Go higher, go higher, go higher, girl
Before' you liked that I bought you Cartier
And now act 'as if nothing
I go out prepared for the disco
I have a couple of drinks and I was disconnected
Although I still can't find you, girl
'I'm almost sure I saw you with him
I can't think, I'm hallucinating
I learned to fly, I'm going straight to California
I didn't know anything more than the one who told me "I love you"
It's time to erase your 'gigs from my memory
Being sad is easier in first class (Oh)
And I learned to fly, I'm going straight to California
I didn't know more na' (Na', na', na') than the one who told me «I love you»
It's time to erase your 'gigs' from my memory (-ria)
Being sad is easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class,
class, class, class)
Being sad is easier in first class
It's easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class, class)
Easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class)
Being sad is easier in first class
It's easier in first class
No no no