Yeah I'm faded
fake faces
I erase 'em
California
that fragrance
Mad payments
fake places
California
I don't wanna be
the one that's left behind
I love the way you lie
Tryna get my money bag
straight this time
the hills is gon' decide
LA Westside mama
scared most of the time
lookin' behind
what's this so-called life?
Shawty run my
other phone yeah
fake faces
gotta cut 'em off yeah
Fake faces they
don't problem solve yeah
my faith is from
the cameras yeah
Flash-flash Imma take
the pictures for my fam' damn
show 'em I've made it
Flashbacks to the pictures
from way back
the kids were like
"Who's that? Who's that?"
Now I do Hollywood yeah
Copies everywhere
like a walkie talkie
Imma run the lobby
speak to nobody San
Gabriel Valley I might
crash your party like
Yeah you made it
you've been anxious
but you made it
California
conversations
till the sunrise
When you stop by
California
I don't wanna be the one
that's left behind
I love the way you lie
I don't wanna be the one
to lose my mind
I know you know
Somebody put some
brakes on me I really
need rest on me Pops
callin' up every couple
days I'm smilin' so he
could think I'm straight
Why can't I tell the truth?
Playin' J. Cole back then
with a clear end goal
like it all made sense
I needed myself and
nobody else ok let's go uh
From how it looks
man it's hard to complain
man I just been prayin'
that when I get older
that I got some smile
in me that can remain
My money is long
and I got some new
issues that feel like it's
longer than
government names
Man all I could wish
is the mask that I wear
and the face that's below
it is lookin' the same like
Oh, oh, oh
you been in this fight
I can see it in your eyes
like oh, oh, oh I made
up my mind I don't
wanna waste no time yeh
Money makin'
while we're breakin'
it's amazin' California
celebrate it or berate it
it's been fated California
Oh Maria
the hills are swarmin'
with dead ends and
the boats performin'
Don't mistake it
you can break big
till you get sick hm
Shut the f**k up
don't wake another neighbour
I don't know you and
I don't want to later
Praying to God I never
run out of His favour
but we don't make
the textbooks on our
best behaviour do we?
I'm the antihero
in my own damn movie
all my exes write songs
that I'm based on loosely
take after my ma
I can be choosy
I can be choosy ooh
and when the sky
looks like a painting
that's when you look down
California
Money makin'
while we're breakin'
California
But you made it
California
California
Yeah I'm faded
fake faces
California
but you made it
California
California