Mr California ft. Ethan Harrer Lyrics

Young California

Humble kiddo

Weirdo to many masses

Classes Aced, always primero

Tired but kept pace for the vision

Then 5am naps when he passed it

I can't make an omission

Let me tell you something

Weeks inside the ministry he resided

The consequences wide so he leapt for flight in attempt to fight it

I saw his wings as he observed the horizons

Pride in my heart, future Cali was a sight to admire.

He saw my downfalls and the fight I was losing

I saw his struggle and the painful confusion

The loss was mutual, crises were in the culture

They pulled the trigger our roots tossed and lulled into torture

Mind massacre

But we saw the light at the end

We made the jokes about our fates

And it kept us on remission

Lunch trays push asides

Were the tithes

To the commune

That suicide wasn't wise

Dark times bring brighter options

Mr. Cali took the talent and wrote it into a better chapter

Pastures greener rose-colored glasses were the biggest leader

I don't blame him, id do the same, but one exception

Separation from roots creates the syndicate

Next 4 years gonna dictate the identity kept

Praying to God it's a better catch

VERSE 2

Mature California

seeking ambitions

top of his class

Finding colleges with prepaid tuition

This ain't a disstrack

I'm just observing these things because our reality is crafted by the framing of pacts

Our families made fate with the bulk their actions

Cards played right with the monetary advancements

I'm happy that it's like that but saddened it's a blinder of fact

I remember the sessions

The vanity lifting, the cart drifts, the intimate confessions

The listening parties of music I mixed with your headset

The shooting hoops next to where you stayed during bedrest

Cuyahoga drives listening to Clairo conversing on passion

Bragging about the shallowness of high school chicks in the past tense

Laughing in the limo to celebrate the bond before packing

Aspirations of the work you'd do in all your classes

Mr. Cali took the talent and wrote it into a better chapter

Pastures greener rose-colored glasses were the biggest leader

I don't blame him, I'd do the same, but one exception

Separation from roots creates the syndicate

Next 4 years gonna dictate the identity kept

Praying to God it's a better catch

Mr. California

I met you under snowy conditions

A man with a new objective

I met under your permission

Told me about all the drama

You professed all your suspicions

It was a bittersweet talking

Under tikka masala

It was clear you had something to solve

within yourself

I booked the ticket to delve into the life

Understand it under lenses you've felt

It's been a year and some change

Ever since then, status quo into silence

I respect it, empathy was observed as the opt-in

But it's a copout to your roots, the friends and the trying

Now it's a test of time for if you decry it

Knotted up and I hope you untie it

We love you; I just hope that you decide soon, the times right