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Well I remember Drivin' around Trying to think of each and every way that I could maybe get my ass up out this town And I remember It wasn't long ago I used to tell my momma "Stop with the yelling" and "No job is why I'm in this world" And I remember coming home at night hoping I don't smell like smoke Telling my momma "Don't worry, one day we ain't gonna be broke" I'mma pay the bills with these six strings, just watch me And now I'm on a roll and nobody can stop me Well I was so low But now I'm high in California Well I was so low But now I'm getting high in California Well I was so low, low, low, low, low But now Well now I'm getting high in California I used to pray that one day, maybe you might save me and we'd get out of here, oh Now I'm racing, almost famous, I feel like I've made it there So close but I'm still not in the right spot I was born in California with a woman and the weather too hot Yeah, I've got a little but I'm really itching for a whole lot But when you start tearing it up they start ripping you off I hear what they say and I know what they do Yeah, they've caught up on you and they say that you're cool So you give them your best, yeah, and they go and they flex, yeah But I just smoke it off when I get back to the west side Well I was so low But now I'm getting high in California Well I was so low But now I'm getting high in California Well I was so low, low, low, low, low But now Well now I'm getting high in California
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