Cali Gold Songtext
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She's worried about the weather, worried about the war
tired of kissing strangers, tired of all the noise
now she is looking for a leveler cause her high is getting worn
like ripper up leather tattered and torn, tattered and torn
Why did the chicken cross the road though?
was she in for the minute or the infinite of what's possible
crowned queen from the apostle, I ain't trying lead your eye to the towerof the cross though, the power of the gospel soul, the power of the gospel soul, dig a big hole line your pockets with gold sell your soul cause its payed with cali gold
LA LA land castles built on sand
tired of kissing strangers, tired of all the noise
now she is looking for a leveler cause her high is getting worn
like ripper up leather tattered and torn, tattered and torn
Why did the chicken cross the road though?
was she in for the minute or the infinite of what's possible
crowned queen from the apostle, I ain't trying lead your eye to the towerof the cross though, the power of the gospel soul, the power of the gospel soul, dig a big hole line your pockets with gold sell your soul cause its payed with cali gold
LA LA land castles built on sand
with bricks of ticky tacky paid with wacky tabacky
LA LA land castles built on sand
with bricks of ticky tacky paid with cali gold
Now there bloods and crips golden gates
the cali of angles got her tempted like an OG fable
rags to riches gaggles of bitches lows with switches like it was all a dream she wakes of a feen.
Got them trees so she roll it up
middle finger to stir the cup
tattered and torn
she's tattered and torn
Why did the chicken cross the road though?
was she in for the minute or the infinite of what's possible
crowned queen from the apostle, I ain't trying lead your eye to the tower of the cross though, the power of the gospel soul, the power of the gospel soul dig a big hole line your pockets with gold sell your soul cause its payed with cali gold
LA LA land castles built on sand
with bricks of ticky tacky paid with wacky tabacky
LA LA land castles built on sand
with bricks of ticky tacky paid with cali gold
LA LA land castles built on sand
with bricks of ticky tacky paid with cali gold
Now there bloods and crips golden gates
the cali of angles got her tempted like an OG fable
rags to riches gaggles of bitches lows with switches like it was all a dream she wakes of a feen.
Got them trees so she roll it up
middle finger to stir the cup
tattered and torn
she's tattered and torn
Why did the chicken cross the road though?
was she in for the minute or the infinite of what's possible
crowned queen from the apostle, I ain't trying lead your eye to the tower of the cross though, the power of the gospel soul, the power of the gospel soul dig a big hole line your pockets with gold sell your soul cause its payed with cali gold
LA LA land castles built on sand
with bricks of ticky tacky paid with wacky tabacky
LA LA land castles built on sand
with bricks of ticky tacky paid with cali gold
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