Chuuwee - CALIFORNIA/EXIT lyrics

Send me your address
I’m tryna pull up to the mornin’
(Oh, oh, oh)
Nothin’ left for me in California but water
Send me your address
I’m tryna pull up to the mornin’
Nothin’ left for me in Cali-

I get in my feelings when I’m poured up
(splash) send me your address
I’m tryna pull up to the mornin’
There’s nothin’ left for me in California
I was everywhere before I
Said I’m a performer
If that’s you leavin’ clothes
I’m getting warmer (come here)
I make shawty sweat me like a sauna
I’m on her
You can call me anytime you wanna (come here)
Pull up on you rollin’ purple ganja, the bomb

This is new me, fuck the old me
Fuck my homie and now she wanna know me
Bitch, don’t call me, no, text only
Pull up on me, text back shortly
Small world, all her girlfriends know me
She keeps sayin’ she the plug, well, show me
4: 30 in the mornin’, oh my lonely
Pull up on me, blow smoke only
All blowed up, you look like a trophy
That’s why I always be sendin’ him emojis
Stayin’ low-key, gotta keep it low-key
I’m amazed how you play like
You don’t know me
Keepin’ low-key, gotta keep it low-key
I’ve been livin’ low-key, I keep it OG
I hear you be on pipe like Dauphin
I got coke keys, kilo gram coke keys

I get in my feelings when I’m poured up
(splash) send me your address
I’m tryna pull up to the mornin’
There’s nothin’ left for me in California
I was everywhere before I
Said I’m a performer
If that’s you leavin’ clothes
I’m getting warmer (come here)
I make shawty sweat me like a sauna
I’m on her
You can call me anytime you wanna (come here)
Pull up on you rollin’ purple ganja, the bomb

There’s nothin’ left for me in California
But water nothin’ left for me and other
Bitches but some drama nothin’ left
Got everything I needed and wanted
Just facin’ purple ganja
On face with my lil’ mama
I make shawty sweat me like a sauna
I’m on it
I want it when I wake up in the mornin’
I’m nauseous
Wake up to you early in the mornin’
I’m on her
She kiss me like she tryna make my jaw hurt
She awesome
Nothin’ left for me in California but drama
These niggas extra sick I’m gettin’ on
Now they on one
Tryna pay attention to my karma, she crawl up
When you least expectin’ I can
Call her a star her
I think I might die of marijuana, I’m on her
Every week I smoke a pound of ganja, on mamas
There’s nothin’ left for me
But to keep comin’, keep flossin’
Sometimes I feel like God when I’m on one
I’m on one

I get in my feelings when I’m poured up
Send me your address
I’m tryna pull up to the mornin’
There’s nothin’ left for me in California
I was everywhere before I
Said I’m a performer
I make shawty sweat me like a sauna
I’m on her you can call me anytime you wanna