Okay, it took me 13 years to recover from Cali, shoot me momma, cause I'm going back, my home is smoke and I'm tired of living this hidey hole, rip up the past and say fuck it all, cause I'm going back to Cali, mama pack my bags.
I'm going back to Cali, momma, I'm gonna die with my boots on, I'm going back to Cali.
Now before I go, let me make one thing clear, I do love it hear, but this cowgirl ain't cut out for this place, I need to get back up on that damn crazy horse and ride, I don't care if I get broke and busted again.
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