Dag Savage - Cali Dreamin lyrics
rate meFeat. Fashawn, COSS and Tiombe Lockhart
I woke up in this world
Yah, yah, woke up in the city as a deleric
The ghetto is my narative, never been the same
After pop and mom decide to split
Stuck between the thankers and the Sunday morning terrors
Before I go to bed I nearly say a prayer, everything
Product of the negligence, niggas having mad run
Remember when Junior hits
He boning with the brass knuckles
Fronting like they hard, the other day they ran from me
California dreaming, nightmares, understand struggle
To moms, it was mad hustle, even though I'm fatherless
15 years clean from the alcohol anonymous
Never got a trade, I got a chance to get a doctorate
California dreaming tryna mend these broken promises
Fuck this world and the politics, this life is not a movie
Hang a picture on the wall, try to radiate the beauty
My cali niggas stay on the grind
Another day, another dollar, and the 619
Swear some nights. I don't sleep cause the weight of
The world feel like the weight of my sheets
Cali streets wasn't meant for the humble of the need more
The jungle where we hunger for peace,
Fumble a leaf, the hood life-good life
I'm stuck in between
Wishing I could get my brothers a dream
Smth pushing us back, like this warm enough stream
If I take another route, will I make it out
Can't help a doubt cause, it's a struggle
And reality bites the leader
Handle a pistol with passion, with Mike and some Nikes
In a Jersey, till you shoot like Cobey
meanwhile, I'm drowning in this bottle of E
Thinking how I've got a daughter to feed
And will I be around to water my seed? Just a thought
So much on my mind, as I sit and unwind
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Another day, another dollar, and the 619
Undefiant, lost in L.A. times, tryna figure out
My purpose everyday on this Earth, what's my meaning?
When Cali's senseless, they call my knuckle mind
Slipping on the Ave. and all his face on his shirt
Le Merc, another day and, word, to them bangers
They be stacking up that paper in exchange to the work
A thousand planets, a thrilion tons, mass of the sun
Weight that equal to my burt and the weight of my herd
