California - LIT Killah

Aunque tenga los bille' de cien

No puedo hacer que brille mi chain

Me están esperando en LA, me están explotando los mail'

Oh, my God, I can’t stop

No puedo sacar de acá a esa girl que me está volviendo loco en verdad

Y sé que ando perdido all day

No es tan fácil manejar la fame

Sé que me muevo con delay, pero te miro desde los 16

Oh, my God, I can’t stop

No puedo sacar de acá a esa girl que me está volviendo loco en verdad

Aprendí a volar, voy directo a California

No supe más na' de la que me dijo «I love you»

Es hora de borrar tu' gigas de mi memoria

Estar triste es más fácil en first class (Oh)

Y aprendí a volar, voy directo a California

No supe más na' (Na', na', na') de esa que me dijo «I love you»

Es hora de borrar tu' gigas de mi memoria (-ria)

Estar triste es más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class,

class, class, class)

Estar triste es más fácil en first class

Es más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class, class)

Fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class)

Fácil en first—

Entre el desorden encontré tus cosas en mi depto

Un anillo de oro dentro de mi' Jordan Retro

Aunque yo lo veo como excusa pa’l reencuentro

Antes de llamarte me arrepiento y pienso si dice' que no

No, mai, me siento low

Gira', shows, perdiendo el control

Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly girl

Sube más, sube más, sube más, girl

Ante' te gustaba que te compre Cartier

Y ahora actúa' como si nada

Salgo preparado pa' la discotec'

Tomo un par de trago' y quedé disconnect

Aunque todavía no te ubico, girl

'Toy casi seguro que te ví con él

No puedo pensar, estoy alucinando

Aprendí a volar, voy directo a California

No supe más na' de la que me dijo «I love you»

Es hora de borrar tu' gigas de mi memoria

Estar triste es más fácil en first class (Oh)

Y aprendí a volar, voy directo a California

No supe más na' (Na', na', na') de esa que me dijo «I love you»

Es hora de borrar tu' gigas de mi memoria (-ria)

Estar triste es más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class,

class, class, class)

Estar triste es más fácil en first class

Es más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class, class)

Más fácil en first class (Class, class, class, class, class)

Estar triste es más fácil en first class

Es más fácil en first class

No, no, no

Although I have the hundred bills

I can't make my chain shine

They're waiting for me in LA, they're exploding my mail'

Oh my God, I can't stop

I can't get that girl out of here who is really driving me crazy

And I know that I'm lost all day

It's not that easy to handle fame

I know I move with delay, but I've been looking at you since I was 16

Oh my God, I can't stop

I can't get that girl out of here who is really driving me crazy

I learned to fly, I'm going straight to California

I didn't know more than she told me "I love you"

It's time to erase your 'gigs from my memory

Being sad is easier in first class (Oh)

And I learned to fly, I'm going straight to California

I didn't know more na' (Na', na', na') than the one who told me «I love you»

It's time to erase your 'gigs' from my memory (-ria)

Being sad is easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class,

class, class, class)

Being sad is easier in first class

It's easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class, class)

Easy on first class (Class, class, class, class, class)

Easy at first—

Among the disorder I found your things in my apartment

A gold ring inside my' Jordan Retro

Although I see it as an excuse for a reunion

Before calling you I regret it and think if she says 'no

No, mai, I feel low

Tour', shows, losing control

butterfly, butterfly, butterfly girl

Go higher, go higher, go higher, girl

Before' you liked that I bought you Cartier

And now act 'as if nothing

I go out prepared for the disco

I have a couple of drinks and I was disconnected

Although I still can't find you, girl

'I'm almost sure I saw you with him

I can't think, I'm hallucinating

I learned to fly, I'm going straight to California

I didn't know anything more than the one who told me "I love you"

It's time to erase your 'gigs from my memory

Being sad is easier in first class (Oh)

And I learned to fly, I'm going straight to California

I didn't know more na' (Na', na', na') than the one who told me «I love you»

It's time to erase your 'gigs' from my memory (-ria)

Being sad is easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class,

class, class, class)

Being sad is easier in first class

It's easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class, class)

Easier in first class (Class, class, class, class, class)

Being sad is easier in first class

It's easier in first class

No no no