Hey, here's to you California Beautiful haze of suburbia Living in the perfect weather Spending time inside together Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah-ohh) Beige little boxes in a row NeighborsNeighbors and friends that you don't know Here's a form, go wait in

New York, New York Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors NeighborsNeighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers

I put more rings in my fingers Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighborsneighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck I got her white like a Topanga I got that white like Topanga My dick

Ooh, got to choose who's your baby Who's your baby, who's your baby Baby, you know I heard the neighborsneighbors say Baby, you might be leavin' me today Oh yeah, mmm, someone's come along and shared your time Don't care, no I don't, no But you can't be his and

I can make you, (I can make you believe in anything) Believe in anything My neighborsneighbors keep gettin' murdered so we sleep with the alarm on Bedroom filled with Nike SBs and Comme de Garcons Starin' at the ceiling listening to soul father Tryna' make the

We're all in, we're all in love, yeah 'Cause after the afterparty, we're gonna keep it goin' We're gonna rip it up, the neighborsneighbors might complain Monday to Sunday doing it our way RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to

We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighborsneighbors Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't) I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) Add a whole

House with a lake, no neighborsneighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy) I see you fuckin' with me, I'm catchin' on Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin' I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy I don't want no relations, you know

People will say we're in love! People will say we're in love. Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours? Why do the neighborsneighbors chatter all day, behind their doors? I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue. Here is the gist, a

I guess the neighborsneighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope Just some shit to get from back and forth Okay, the neighborsneighbors think I'm sellin' dope The neighborsneighbors think I'm, neighborsneighbors think I'm I think the neighborsneighbors