KOTA The Friend California Lyrics

Am I A everyday, need my space, get a check

Get away, seven locks on my safe

It’s a sunset, I ain’t done yet

I be sippin’ on the Jasmine, never lackin’

I was comin’ off a bad trip, lotta bad shit

Tryna get it for my family, gotta stack it

I am happy with my Camry, I never had shit

I ain’t never been too fancy, I barely adlib

Y’all dramatic

Lately all I wanna do is water my flowers, ayy

Lay up with my woman, watch The Office for hours

Only fuckin’ with it if it’s good for my soul, uh

Do not bring no drama if you callin’ my phone, yeah

Living room with a view, lunch, brunch, dinner too

If my shorty leave me I’ma turn her to an interlude

Bougie nigga only drinkin’ water with the minerals

Wifey lookin’ good, might just have another kid or two

All I know is how to turn a nothing into something

Shorty lookin’ at me like “I really shoulda fucked him”

Heard you crazy, hella lazy, pop up in your city like a fuckin’ Banksy

Bitch, pay me, sunshine on that Eastside, for the hood shit

One time for the bad tings with that good, good

Rain come, yeah I need that, put that seat back

Face palm to a chopped beat get away bitch

Shoulda sampled som’ on my window

Honey in my green tea, body is a temple

I just wanna be me, all this shit I’ve been through

Birdie came to tell a nigga hi, he like chirp chirp

If I see you fuckin’ up the vibe, I’ma skrt, skrt

Peace lover but you still could end up in the dirt, hurt

Workin’ for that good life, searchin’ for your purpose

Hidin’ out in Northern California gettin’ lit, lit

Call me up, whatchu want?

If it’s love, then it’s done

Thirty days on the run, lemonade in the sun

Holla if you give a fuck, that’s a dub

If you love it give it love

If you love it give it love

Chillin’ when I’m in the hood, healin’ but I’m doin’ good

Got a little scratch and bought a house up on the riverside

Yeah I did it how I said, yeah I left it all behind

Yeah I’m gettin’ hella rest, yeah I’m really gettin’ mine

All I know is how to turn a nothing into something

Shorty lookin’ at me like “I really shoulda fucked him”

Heard you crazy, hella lazy, pop up in your city like a fuckin’ Banksy

Bitch, pay me, sunshine on that Eastside, for the hood shit

One time for the bad tings with that good, good

Rain come, yeah I need that, put that seat back

Face palm to a chopped beat get away bitch

Get away bitch