CALIFORNIA - Monti

Send me to California

I’m trynna get so lost

You send a a lot of letters

I barely gave you a call, baby

No one in the word alone can say you’re not my girl

Send me to California

I’m trynna get so lost

I’m trynna get so lost that I

Uhm, can’t quite recall the last time we locked arms and I

Rely simply on the map my mind gave me

So it’s kinda hard to memorize the memories of paradise

Or simply find a way in this maze of goodbyes

Of foreign afterlife

Now I understand why boys cry

La dee da, never mattered girl so dvine

Maggots turn to butterflies and keep th dead alive

Send me to California

I’m trynna get so lost

You send a a lot of letters

I barely gave you a call, baby

No one in the word alone can say you’re not my girl

Send me to California

I’m trynna get so lost

Send me to California

I’m trynna get so lost

You send a a lot of letters

I barely gave you a call, baby

No one in the word alone can say you’re not my girl

Send me to California

I’m trynna get so lost