This is gonna be the best day of my life My li-i-i-i-i-ife Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh I'm never gonna look back Woah, never gonna give it up I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds I stretched my hands out to the sky We

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 Neighbors and friends that you don't know Here's a form, go wait in

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she

Woah, ah, oh, you're my clean white love Woah, ah, oh, you're too clean white love What are you doing? What you doing? What ya doing to me? What are you doing to my head? I give my heart on the morning of November 6th Oh, everybody's looking for a fix I

Gettin' high, chillin' with my bros Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros And you know I got a gang of pre-rolls Talkin' 'bout these hoes, yeah Tryna dodge these hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh, woah It's gon' be your favorite song

Such a long time ago If I found you with another There's one thing you should know Got to give it up or let me go Well I told you pretty baby Well I'd walk right out your door Woah you might call me crazy Oh honey if you want me to love you I know

I think I need a little bit of lovin' A little bit of somethin' Woah, I think I need a little bit of lovin' A little bit of somethin' from you A little bit of somethin', yeah 'Cause this love is all I have of you Oh, if it's time to make your spot feel

Oh, yeah, I'll still take you home So what do you know? Oh-woah, woah, woah Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But

Stay papered up, on gang (oh) Stay papered up, woah Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring Couple million dollars off my own strain Your life like a video game, Grand Turismo I'm in that GT-R 'cause I pop the six four I