Letra de ' Cali ' de Tropidelic

It’s lonely at the bottom I don’t often feel as badly
As I do while in pursuit of things I thought would make me happy
When the fruits of labor rotten, ain’t no stoppin’ in the valley
‘Cause they said y’all ain’t gon’ make it ‘til you make it out to Cali
She a dready-headed mama sellin’ jewelry in the alley
She’s been California dreamin’ since she sang it with her daddy
Steady movin’ west said she won’t be another tally
And she says “I know you’ll make it and I’ll see you out in Cali”
They said you never know how hard it was
That livin’ on the road runs in your blood
It’s hard to leave, but you are always there for me
And I know we’re both working towards what comes

It’s lonely at the bottom I don’t often feel as badly
As I do while in pursuit of things I thought would make me happy
When the fruits of labor rotten, ain’t no stoppin’ in the valley
‘Cause they said y’all ain’t gon’ make it ‘til you make it out to Cali
She a dready-headed mama sellin’ jewelry in the alley
She’s been California dreamin’ since she sang it with her daddy
Steady movin’ west said she won’t be another tally
And she says “I know you’ll make it and I’ll see you out in Cali”

Now that several years have passed and more
We don’t hear the words like we did before
We proved them wrong, being sold as underdogs
I will make this up to you before long

No destination gonna leave me brain sick
I ain’t never ran from nothing so I’ve never been stuck
My situation has complications, I’ll be damned if I leave anything up to luck
I can’t think back to a time where my mind was cool to die getting sidetracked
So sit back and relax and give yourself a minute figure out where your head’s at
We’re all so quick to make decisions now it’s up to our knees
Opinions changing on the daily I know who I wanna be
So I write it, and it’s my plane, I’m the pilot
All hands on deck to open eye lids and gaze on our new horizon

Its lonely at the bottom I don’t often feel as badly
As I do while in pursuit of things I thought would make me happy
When the fruits of labor rotten, ain’t no stoppin’ in the valley
‘Cause they said y’all ain’t gon make it ‘til you make it out to Cali
She a dready-headed mama sellin’ jewelry in the alley
She’s been California dreamin’ since she sang it with her daddy
Steady movin’ west said she won’t be another tally
And she says “I know you’ll make it and I’ll see you out in Cali