I like to see everything in neon Drink lime green, stay up ‘til dawn Maybe the way that I'm living is killing me I like to light up the stage with a song Do shit to keep me turned on But one day I woke up like “Maybe I'll do it differently”
So I moved to California But it's just a state of mind It turns out everywhere you go You take yourself‚ that's not a lie Wish that you would hold me Or just say that you were mine It's killing me slowly
Dream a little dream of me Make me into something sweet Turn the radio on‚ dancing to a pop song Fuck it, I love you Fuck it, I love you Fuck it‚ I love you I really do
I used to shoot up my veins in neon And shit's even brighter, you're gone So many things I would say to you I want you
You moved to California But it's just a state of mind And you know everyone adores you You can't feel it and you're tired Baby‚ wish that you would hold me Or just say that you were mine But it's killing me slowly
Dream a little dream of me Turn this into something sweet Turn the radio on, dancing to a pop song Fuck it, I love you Fuck it, I love you Fuck it, I love you I really do
It turns out California's more Than just a state of mind I met you on the boulevard, wind through my hair You blew my mind And if I wasn't so fucked up I think I'd fuck you all the time (I really do) It's killing me slowly (Fuck it, I love you)
I moved to California But it's just a state of mind (Fuck it, I love you) It turns out everywhere you go You take yourself, that's not a lie (Fuck it, I love you) Wish that you would hold me Or just say that you were mine (I really do) It's killing me slowly (Fuck it, I love you)
California dreamin' I got my money on my mind (Fuck it, I love you) Chances in my veins, running out of time (Fuck it, I love you) California dreamin' I got my money on my mind (I really do) Chances in my veins, running out of time (Fuck it, I love you) California dreamin' I got my money on my mind (Fuck it, I love you) Chances in my veins, running out of time (Fuck it, I love you) California dreamin' I got my money on my mind (I really do) Chances in my veins, running out of time
I miss Long Beach and I miss you, babe I miss dancing with you the most of all I miss the bar where the Beach Boys would go Dennis's last stop before Kokomo
Those nights were on fire We couldn't get higher We didn't know that we had it all But nobody warns you before the fall
And I'm wasted Don't leave‚ I just need a wake-up call I'm facing the greatest The greatest loss of them all The culture is lit and I had a ball I guess I'm signing off after all
I miss New York and I miss the music Me and my friends‚ we miss rock and roll I want you to feel just like you used to When‚ baby, I was doing nothing the most of all
The culture's lit and if this is it, I had a ball I guess that I'm burned out after all
And I'm wasted Don't leave‚ I just need a wake-up call I'm facing the greatest The greatest loss of them all The culture is lit and I had a ball I guess that I'm burned out after all
If this is it, I'm signing off Miss doing nothing, the most of all Oh I just missed a fireball L. A. is in flames‚ it's getting hot Kanye West is blonde and gone "Life on Mars" ain't just a song Oh, the livestream's almost on
Compositores: Andrew Wotman (Andrew Watt) (BMI), Elizabeth Woolridge Grant (Lana Del Rey) (ASCAP), Jack Michael Antonoff (Fun) (BMI), Louis Russell Bell (Lu Balz) (ASCAP)Editores: Ducky Donath Music (BMI), April Music Inc (ASCAP), In Place Of Strife Music (PRS), Hipgnosis Songs Fund Limited (PRS), ATV Music (BMI)Administração: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ATV Music (BMI)Publicado em 2019ECAD verificado obra #24168169 e fonograma #18856763 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM