Sunday morning california sunshine
Dont let monday come (dont dont dont let it come)
Spend the day getting high drinking moonshine
Like a couple of bums (oo-oh-oh-oh)
I rather be at home chilling, watch the world go 'round like the fan on the ceiling
People always trippin' like how you make a livin'? I get the guitar like a fly-by villian
Used to be a writer, now a freestyler and I'm so fly that i die free mileage
California red, california fed, and theres nothing quite like some California head
Man, life's a trip, been around the world but I rather sit in my living room in my frudelumes
Singing the blues
Sunday morning california sunshine
Dont let monday come (dont dont dont let it come)
Spend the day getting high drinking moonshine
Like a couple of bums (oo-oh-oh-oh)
check it out (nah nah nah) x4
And there's quite nothing like some coors light on a monday night when i miss my flight
i dont question it, it it feels right. My suggestion is that you stay tonight and i might not be a night shining armour, but then again i just might, mama. I aint making no promises. im kicking back on my lazy butt watching the Office. Its also that you know what you want, I just wanna chill with you. yea i quit work for a week or 2, matter fact, tell them i aint coming back
Sunday morning california sunshine
Dont let monday come (dont dont dont let it come)
Spend the day getting high drinking moonshine
Like a couple of bums (oo-oh-oh-oh)
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