Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song California Lovers, artist - Tori Kelly.
Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Song language: English
California Lovers |
California lovers |
Tori Kelly |
LL Cool J Dancing in the sand at the bonfire |
We jamming out to Marley at night, uh Staying up to watch every sunrise |
Just living like we ain’t gonna die, uh Everybody said I was crazy |
Yeah, everybody said you’d be gone, uh-uh |
I know that I’m supposed to forget you |
And boy, you know I moved on, but |
Every time I’m driving with the top down, baby |
I remember sneaking out in your car (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
Jumped into the ocean while the sun kissed on me Was a sucker for them boys with a wild heart |
I’ll be cool with it, done with it You’re never on my mind |
Til I feel the heat of you and me; |
it hits me every summer |
Remember when no one else could make me feel alive? |
We were young and free, 17, just California lovers |
Mmm, yeah |
Teaching me to skate down the boardwalk |
I’m crashing into you like a wave, uh Even if it was only small talk |
You always knew the right thing to say, uh Maybe I was just being stupid |
For thinking that my first love would last, uh-uh |
Even though it ended in heartache |
Sometimes I wanna go back |
Every time I’m driving with the top down, baby |
I remember sneaking out in your car (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
Jumped into the ocean while the sun kissed on me Was a sucker for them boys with wild hearts |
I’ll be cool with it, done with it You’re never on my mind |
Til I feel the heat of you and me; |
it hits me every summer |
Remember when no one else could make me feel alive? |
(yeah) |
We were young and free (young and free), 17 (17), just California lovers |
Reminiscin', what a vision |
Lips kissing, seats christened |
Bob Marley twisting, top down, Pacific Highway |
Black Sinatra remix, I did it my way |
Your legs deserve they own day of the week, Th-Th-Thighday |
Mark your calendars, the love champ’s back |
I make your memories challenger, Venice in the gondola |
You can have a sip of whatever you want, a bottle of Life’s a sportscar, baby, you gotta throttle 'er |
We just trippin', cord flippin', for club pickin' |
Clock tickin', we still kickin' it all weekend |
I was your Legend, you was my Chrissy Teigen — glory! |
You’re the reason that summer’s my favorite season |
I’ll be cool with it, done with it You’re never on my mind |
Til I feel the heat of you and me; |
it hits me every summer |
Remember when (yeah) no one else (no one else) could make me feel alive? |
We were young and free, 17 (17), just California lovers |
Cool with it, done with it You’re never on my mind |
Til I feel the heat of you and me; |
it hits me every summer |
Remember when no one else could make me feel alive? |
We were young and free, 17, just California lovers |
(Lovers) |
Yeah |
(Make me feel alive, make me feel alive, make me feel alive) |
California lovers |
(California lovers) |