| Waking up, another day to elevate
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| Eyes making figure eights, a hung over golden state
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| Rebel radio, through the stereo
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| Punk rock scenario telling me to let it go
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| 'Cause when it feels like everyone’s against me
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| Cops wanna frisk me and no one wants to kiss me
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| I stay up high so I’m floating like a ghost
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| And I make another toast to the coast with the most
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| So what
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| If there’s a change in the weather
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| So what
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| If it doesn’t get better
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| So what
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| If the loving ain’t free
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| Cause I’m happy right here in the California breeze
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| So what
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| If there’s a change in the weather
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| So what
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| If it doesn’t get better
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| So what
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| If the loving ain’t free
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| Cause I’m happy right here in the California breeze
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| Skate around on the town with the summer set
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| Bummin' on a cigarette, hum like a turbo jet
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| On a plateau, I forgot to pass go
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| Kickin' it downtown ended up in the gallows
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| But when it feels like tomorrow’s looking risky
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| The pressure’s gonna twist me
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| And cynics come to diss me
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| I stay up high so I’m floating like a ghost
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| And I make another toast to the coast with the most
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| Waking up, another day to elevate
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| Eyes making figure eights, a hung over golden state
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| I stay up high so I’m floating like a ghost
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| And I make another toast to the coast with the most |