Lyrics

[Verse] Sports bras and overalls for [?] Talk to Siri, tell her call your number We can fuck and keep it on the under (on the low low) Booty shorts and cut-off shirts, I love it I just wanna fondle you in public I just wanna touch and fuck (all kinds of shit) California, californication Palm trees, pounds full of bomb weed that I'd be down if you were tryna blaze it, ay ay Lines in the sand match the tan lines in your pants, fosho [Hook] They could feel it in the air now Because we over here (la-di-da, la-di-da-di-da-da) I heard it's bleaker on the other side They'd rather be over here (la-di-da, la-di-da-di-da-da) I could lift you I just wish you'd release all your fears (la-di-da, la-di-da-di-da) Put extra syrup on her pancakes It's sweet over here (la-di-da, la-di-da-di-da-da) [Verse] Tryna be a little more than hood rich Just knocked a bitch out in Bushwick 275 on the L train I get mad love out in Brooklyn Elbow for the [?] I get mad love out in Brooklyn