California (Hustle and Flow)

Running around like you're front page news Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots Tattooed heart and your jet-black hair Running 'round like you don't care Take me down Take me on down the line Well, I was born, babe, with nothing to lose But the black man taught me how to sing the blues Made a little life outta rock 'n' roll And that crazy California hustle and flow Take me down Take me on down the line Shake me down Shake me on down the line I went too fast with that rhythm and booze Almost ended up dead like all those other fools Everyone's got some sort of ball and chain What's life without a little pain? Take me down Take me on down the line Shake me down Shake me on down the line Living in a Hollywood movie dream And I'm still reaching for the stars Life gets hard and then it gets good Like I always knew it would Running around like you're front page news Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots Tattooed heart and your jet-black hair Running 'round like you don't care Take me down Take me on down the line Shake me down Shake me on down the line Take me down Take me on down the line Shake me down Shake me on down the line (On down the line) (On down the line) (On down the line) (On down the line) (On down the line) (Down the line) (On down the line) (On down the line)