Do Know Wrong - Propaganda, Macho

Maybe I’m crazy, she could do no wrong

How could you blame me?

Yeah, that’s my baby, yeah

Crazy, but she could do no wrong

But how could you blame me?

Have you ever been to Cali?

Yeah

I wrote the smog a love letter, told her don’t forget me

I learn to love you better once I get the liquor in me

Loyalty can be tricky

Earthquakes and gang bangs couldn’t shake me

Down at Poly High posted with Polynesians

What up, uce?

They probably lookin' for a reason to make your job loose

Just tellin' ya’ll truth, admitting I’m co-dependent

Defending the same streets that got my uncle life ended

On the corner for weeks

You like «It's dirty and it stinks, but it’s mine for the keeps»

And chasing my calling, it keeps me long gone

I let the palm trees welcome me home, it’s southern Cali yo

Maybe I’m crazy, she could do no wrong

But how could you blame me?

Yeah, that’s my baby, yeah

Crazy, she could do no wrong

But how could you blame me?

Have you ever been to Cali?

Yeah

I wrote the smog a love letter, told her don’t forget me

I learn to love you better when that Fatburger in me

And raising my two daughters in a region that don’t got water

But bordered by an ocean

Rush hour all day, a little joke we play

Infinite grid lock man, how you call that a freeway?

L.A. got me making excuses for her

Yeah, she got issues but you don’t know what we been through

Three riots, crack attack, Pachuco vatos

But you can’t stay mad after having a King Taco

What is it with you?

I tried, I can’t quit you

I leave, I just miss you, I’m the only one that gets you

Maybe I’m crazy, but she could do no wrong

But how could you blame me?

Yeah, that’s my baby, yeah

Crazy, she could do no wrong

But how could you blame me?

Have you ever been to Cali?

Yeah

Circle back round eleven to grab that work stash

In the bush off the on-ramp

405 and Atlantic, don’t panic

Lemme warn transplants between cost of living and traffic

You should stay put if you ain’t tryna learn Spanish

It’s real deal, it’s real ill, it’s real love

It’s illogical, them cold streets got no chill

Can’t explain it, you gotta be built for it

Hollywood crush dreams, be ready to kill for it

Good Lord, the blocks between Slauson and Florence

Turn your future into urns, get burned like Fish Laurence

And one time for the west coasters

Love from Vallejo all the way down to Diego

Low rider, scraper bike, beach cruiser, dragon cruise

Dogtown mayors be skating in empty pools

Me I’m down in Long Beach, but grew up off the 10 East

Overcrowded, overpriced, and I don’t even think twice

Maybe I’m crazy, but she could do no wrong

But how could you blame me?

Yeah, that’s my baby, yeah

Crazy, she could do no wrong

But how could you blame me?

Have you ever been to Cali?

Yeah