California (feat. Ravyn Lenae & Phoelix)

See the horizon from the road, and hope that we drove... the right direction 'Cause I don't wanna slow... down for no gas And plus I'm runnin' low on cash But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California Hmmm mm mm Cali, Cali What does love look like in the 22nd century? Merely a memory I intervene cause I tend to be a lil' more optimistic than the wildest child or the most imaginative I sip the tea after my opinion They Pistol Pete, dishin' out assistance Government aid, what does it take To break the mold, ay I hate the po' Like the base is low, but I'm out the park Like the acre gone Saba with the sabre sword Focusin' on what we can't afford In the scheme of things, guess it just ain't important Who wasn't broke for moment or three Start staining like, "oh it was free" Then stop for a moment of peace And plus they would call the police if you kept showin' ya face I said I stopped dreamin', instead I decided to chase And I ain't look back, that's how you turn to stone My first friend up in high school was a Stone He said come and join, I ain't come along Not cause I'm high and mighty, just cause I knew right from wrong Somewhere I belong, looked but I didn't find But instead of getting discouraged I got my city behind Now I'm feelin' worldwide, next stop NY Next month LA, then back West Side You change when a friend dies, new man since I lost Kobe He got out of prison then called my phone like, "where ComfortZone?" And since then I lost touch, but this year I'm gettin' it back I finally feel like myself, what I've been on, don't even ask They ask me "why the Bucket List?" You know the bucket list, I finally climbed the rock, made it to the top of the precipice I came from the pessimism of inner city as it is Accident prone youth, adult say don't take a chance But we never listen, we went and did it, they vision impaired So what do you fear, and why are you scared? Why are you scared? Why are you scared? See the horizon from the road, and hope that we drove... the right direction 'Cause I don't wanna slow... down for no gas And plus I'm runnin' low on cash But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California See the horizon from the road, and hope that we drove... the right direction 'Cause I don't wanna slow... down for no gas And plus I'm runnin' low on cash But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California See the horizon from the road, and hope that we drove... the right direction 'Cause I don't wanna slow... down for no gas And plus I'm runnin' low on cash But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California Yo yo yo what up? This is Lupe Fiasco And my bucket list... has many things in it One of 'em is uh, wantin' to win the Nobel Prize, for somethin'. Uhhhh, I also want... yeah that's it, I just wanna win the Nobel Prize Yeah! House, in a gated neighborhood, not the hood, in the hills Plus an ocean view, your wife and you is good And your bills, ain't never stress you and you get karate lesson Here's... to, no more tears Look at what you done started? Look at what you done started? Lookin' at how you've gone, gone Do you want a shooting star? Look at what you done started? Look at what you done started? Lookin' at how you've gone, gone You can leave it runnin'... Yo yo yo, shoutout to my boy Saba, man. It's ya boy Donterio Hundon, man. Ya know I fuck with ya bro, but I gotta bake anotha one, on baby. Boy, yo ass look like a deep-fried West African squirrel with kinky twists, yo lil' ugly ass boy. Yo ass look like a sophisticated hamster with micro braids, yo lil' ugly ass boy. Yo ass look like a- yo ass look like a cool chimpanzee with a mop in it's head, yo lil' ugly ass boy, and we heard what happened to you mhm. You thought we wasn't gonna find out, we found out, boy. Yo ass was performing Sugar Pie Honey Bun every Tuesday on karaoke night at TGI Fridays. You got kicked off stage 'cause they ain't pay you enough Corona top and they didn't give you no free Heineken, yo lil' ugly ass boy. Yo ass look like the unpaid Future with no future, yo lil' ugly ass boy. On my mom, you ass smell like a bag of whoop-dat-ass and train smoke, yo lil' ugly ass boy, on baby. You look like the type of nigga that be gettin'- orderin' nachos with no cheese on them bitch. You look like the nigga to get on the CTA bus and put 200 pennies in that bitch, yo lil' ugly ass boy on baby, you bogus.