California (feat. Ravyn Lenae & Phoelix)

See the horizon from the road

And hope that we drove the right direction

'Cause I don't wanna slow down for no gas

And plus, I'm running low on cash

But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California

(Hmm, Cali, Cali)

What does love look like in the twenty-second century?

Merely a memory

I intervene 'cause I tend to be a little more optimistic

Than the wildest child or the most imaginative

I sip the tea after my opinion

They pistol Pete, dishing out assistance, government aid

What does it take to break the mold?

Aye, I hate the po like the bass is low

But I'm out the park like the acre gone

Saba with the saber sword

Focusing on what we can't afford

In the scheme of things, guess it just ain't important

Who wasn't broke for a moment or three

Star staining like, oh, it was free

Then stop for a moment of peace

And plus they will call the police if you kept showing your face

I said I stopped dreaming

Instead, I decided to chase and I ain't look back

That's how you turn to stone

My first friend up in high school was a stone

He said, come and join, I ain't come along

Not 'cause I'm high and mighty, just knew right from wrong

Somewhere I belong

Looked and I didn't find

But instead of me getting discouraged

I got my city behind, now I'm feeling worldwide

Next stop, N.Y.

Next month, L.A.

Then back west side

You change when a friend dies, new man since I lost Kobe

He got outta prison then called my phone like, where ComfortZone?

And since then, I lost touch

But this year, I'm getting it back

I finally feel like myself

What I've been on, don't even ask

They ask my why the bucket list?

You know the bucket list

I finally climbed the rock, made it to the top of the precipice

I came from the pessimism of inner city as it is

Accident prone youth, adults say, don't take a chance

But we never listen, we went and did it

They vision impaired

So what do you fear and why are you scared?

Why are you scared?

Why are you scared?

See the horizon from the road

And hope that we drove the right direction

'Cause I don't wanna slow down for no gas

And plus, I'm running low on cash

But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California

See the horizon from the road

And hope that we drove the right direction

'Cause I don't wanna slow down for no gas

And plus, I'm running low on cash

But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California

Hmm, Cali, Cali

See the horizon from the road

And hope that we drove the right direction

'Cause I don't wanna slow down for no gas

And plus, I'm running low on cash

But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California

Yo, yo, yo what up, this Lupe Fiasco

And my bucket list has many things in it

One of them is uh, wanting to win the Nobel Prize for something

Uh, I also want, yeah, that's it, I just wanna win the Nobel Prize, yep

House in a gated neighborhood

Not the hood, in the hills

Plus an ocean view, your wife and you, it's good

And your bills, they ain't never stress you

And you kid karate lesson, here's

To no more tears

Look what you done started

Look at what you done started

Look at how you've gone, gone

Do you want a shooting star?

Do you want a shooting star?

Look at how you've gone, gone

You can leave it running

Yo, yo, yo, shout out to my boy Saba, man

It's your boy, Donterio Hundon, man

You know I fuck with you, bro, but I gotta bake another one, on bake

Boy, your ass look like a deep-fried west African squirrel

With kinky twists, yo lil ugly ass, boy

Your ass look like a sophisticated hamster with micro braids, yo lil ugly ass, boy

Your ass look like a, your ass look like a

Cool chimpanzee with a mop on its head, yo lil ugly ass, boy

And we heard what happened, too, mmm-hmm

You thought we wasn't gonna find out, we found out, boy

Your ass was performing 'Sugar Pie Honey Bun'

Every Tuesday on karaoke night at T.G.I. Fridays

You got kicked off stage 'cause they ain't pay you enough Corona top

And they ain't give you no free Heineken, yo lil ugly ass, boy

Your ass look like an unpaid Future with no future, yo lil ugly ass, boy

On my moms, your ass smell like a bag of whoop that ass

And train smoke, yo lil ugly ass boy, on baby

You look like the type of **** that be getting

Ordering nachos with no cheese on them bitch

You look like the type of **** to get on the C.T.A. bus

And put two hundred pennies in that bitch, yo lil ugly ass boy, on baby, you bogus