California - SABA, Ravyn Lenae, Phoelix

See the horizon from the road, and hope that we drove… the right direction

'Cause I don’t wanna slow… down for no gas

And plus I’m runnin' low on cash

But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California

Hmmm mm mm Cali, Cali

What does love look like in the 22nd century?

Merely a memory

I intervene cause I tend to be a lil' more optimistic than the wildest child or

the most imaginative

I sip the tea after my opinion

They Pistol Pete, dishin' out assistance

Government aid, what does it take

To break the mold, ay I hate the po'

Like the base is low, but I’m out the park

Like the acre gone

Saba with the sabre sword

Focusin' on what we can’t afford

In the scheme of things, guess it just ain’t important

Who wasn’t broke for a moment or three

Start staining like, «oh it was free»

Then stop for a moment of peace

And plus they would call the police if you kept showin' ya face

I said I stopped dreamin', instead I decided to chase

And I ain’t look back, that’s how you turn to stone

My first friend up in high school was a Stone

He said come and join, I ain’t come along

Not cause I’m high and mighty, just cause I knew right from wrong

Somewhere I belong, looked but I didn’t find

But instead of getting discouraged I got my city behind

Now I’m feelin' worldwide, next stop NY

Next month LA, then back West Side

You change when a friend dies, new man since I lost Kobe

He got out of prison then called my phone like, «where ComfortZone?»

And since then I lost touch, but this year I’m gettin' it back

I finally feel like myself, what I’ve been on, don’t even ask

They ask me «why the Bucket List?»

You know the bucket list, I finally climbed the rock, made it to the top of the

precipice

I came from the pessimism of inner city as it is

Accident prone youth, adult say don’t take a chance

But we never listen, we went and did it, they vision impaired

So what do you fear, and why are you scared?

Why are you scared?

Why are you scared?

See the horizon from the road, and hope that we drove… the right direction

'Cause I don’t wanna slow… down for no gas

And plus I’m runnin' low on cash

But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California

See the horizon from the road, and hope that we drove… the right direction

'Cause I don’t wanna slow… down for no gas

And plus I’m runnin' low on cash

But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California

Hmmm mm mm Cali, Cali

See the horizon from the road, and hope that we drove… the right direction

'Cause I don’t wanna slow… down for no gas

And plus I’m runnin' low on cash

But I know that my bucket gon' make it to California, California

Yo yo yo what up?

This is Lupe Fiasco

And my bucket list… has many things in it

One of 'em is uh, wantin' to win the Nobel Prize, for somethin'.

Uhhhh, I also want… yeah that’s it, I just wanna win the Nobel Prize

Yeah!

House, in a gated neighborhood, not the hood, in the hills

Plus an ocean view, your wife and you is good

And your bills, ain’t never stress you and you get karate lesson

Here’s, to, no more tears

Look at what you done started?

Look at what you done started?

Lookin' at how you’ve gone, gone

Do you want a shooting star?

Look at what you done started?

Look at what you done started?

Lookin' at how you’ve gone, gone

You can leave it runnin'…

Yo yo yo, shoutout to my boy Saba, man.

It’s ya boy Donterio Hundon, man.

Ya know I fuck with ya bro, but I gotta bake anotha one, on baby.

Boy, yo ass look like a deep-fried West African squirrel with kinky twists,

yo lil' ugly ass boy.

Yo ass look like a sophisticated hamster with micro

braids, yo lil' ugly ass boy.

Yo ass look like a- yo ass look like a cool

chimpanzee with a mop in it’s head, yo lil' ugly ass boy, and we heard what

happened to you mhm.

You thought we wasn’t gonna find out, we found out, boy.

Yo ass was performing Sugar Pie Honey Bun every Tuesday on karaoke night at

TGI Fridays.

You got kicked off stage 'cause they ain’t pay you enough Corona

top and they didn’t give you no free Heineken, yo lil' ugly ass boy.

Yo ass look like the unpaid Future with no future, yo lil' ugly ass boy.

On my mom, you ass smell like a bag of whoop-dat-ass and train smoke,

yo lil' ugly ass boy, on baby.

You look like the type of nigga that be

gettin'- orderin' nachos with no cheese on them bitch.

You look like the nigga

to get on the CTA bus and put 200 pennies in that bitch, yo lil' ugly ass boy

on baby, you bogus