Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah All we do is drive And California never felt like home to me All we do is think about the feelings that we hide All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign Sick and full of pride And California never felt like home My hands wrapped

In that California sunrise That California sunrise She took me to heaven and so much more Like nothing I've ever seen before Take me on back You could hear the wind howling across the ocean And the taste of the wine and the buzz feel in my head And the

I'd be jealous too, if she was with you I'd be out my mind, watching her move I'd be jealous too, if she was with you, with you She's a California red in a dive bar Hourglass body like a guitar That forever wild smile appears like a Glitter bomb in the

Watchin' that blonde hair swing To every song I'd sing You were California beautiful I was playin' everything but cool I can still hear that sound Of every wave crashin' down Like the tears we cried That day we had to leave It was everything we wanted it

In California, we're dreaming We never sleep I'm no shooting star Just a burning heart Running through the dark Broken boulevards Like a sinkhole What does it show? In California

Going on a Californiacation She's down for the low, she'll keep it lowkey (she'll keep it lowkey) She's hot as red hot chili peppers, hot, hot, hot She's hot as red hot chili peppers Woah, she knows I'm bad, I like her though (I like her though) She's

I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my California queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face And you can scream

Pray for me, pray for me Talk to the man upstairs, hoping he answers my prayers Hollywood feel like the jungle, lions and tigers and bears I've been California dreaming Turnt the fuck up for no reason Treat a Wednesday like a weekend She look like an

Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S. A. Surfin' U. S. A. If everybody had an ocean Across the U. S. A. Then everybody'd be surfin' Like Californi-a You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies Huarachi sandals too

That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper Boy I'm in Colorado Smokin' California reefer Hey, the bitch so bad Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey and I