Lifeseeker - Mr. California lyrics
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Well Imma lay it on ya right upon ya coming through with the fondue is Mr. California soakin up the sunshine on the frontline of the car lot with instant credit get it while it's hot and we'll kick to the slow jams no plans making money out of dreams look ma no hands well you claim you got it made well whatever you say jack you try to take it easy I'm way more layed back so bring your aura down to earth and maybe we can click cause flying too high will leave you three ft. thick so I stick stick and move cause karate is my course yeah I can break a brick in half and I can feel the force an targets I lock on like chuck norris in the octagon I kick through windshields and keep rocking on because good guys wear black when they're on the attack and at the beep the time will be for you to step back just leave a message maybe I'll call Mr. Mr. California Mr. Cal i forn I A (x4) (spatial interlude) Now feeling all the mellow good vibrations on my cello with my girl like moon doggie and annette funicello I picked up a shell hello? it spoke to me like the phone in my car strictly rotary it said the yin the yang the whole damn thang cosmic hot tub of love set off by the big bang so skip the real juice and enjoy the tang and you'll be laughing on the path of the boomerang I said dang that's heavy but I feel it though got to remember all that when I'm feeling low cause it's a long way to go and we ain't there yet trying to see the sunrise inside the sunset /spatial interlude in which the cosmos need a jumpstart/ now it's time to wake the sleeper because minds are getting deeper as we kick it like a field goal with or sans sneaker eureka! anywhere you go you're just right there the warm smell of collita rising up through the air! where it's up with the people and down with the man hook up some sun beams get yourself a suntan and wash on wash off staying hardcore but soft like an avacado creative leisure is my motto so with sushi on my platter it's like domo arrigato as the wheel in the sky keeps on turning like lotto we swing, whichever way we want to swing like the ping to the pong or the pong to the ping and when I say we I mean O U I like the french riviera it's mighty fly where a girl in a thong just can't go wrong but homeboy in the speedo put your pants back on sittin round stroking stroking baywatch messing up my OP shirt laid back with my hand on my jimmy and my jimmy in my hand mr. mr. california mr. cal iforn IA x(4)
