So-Cal Life, It's Our Life
Waken' up to a brand new day. Hitting up the crew to see what's new.
Hitting up the homies. Let's see what they want to do.
As time grows by, the group gets bigger.
Then someone will eventually pull the trigger.
A good idia will lead the way,
and only kooks are left to stay.
As we roll-out in our only cars,
driving high to reach the stars.
Now in this point in time,
we reach the caves and ascend our climb.
Hours pass since we left our start.
Now here comes the best part.
Cracking open the case of brew.
"Here, have some. Take one or two."
Suddenly, here comes a stranger walking our way.
He soon spots us, smoking a "J." "Yo, can I get some? I can pay."
Just come smoke with us. Relax and stay.
The sun then lowers in the sky.
We all now are pretty high.
We begin our trek back to the car.
Having so much fun, we pass the bar.
"Hey, my buddy just got out of the barber."
So we swooped him up and cruised to the harbor.
If I kept writing, I'd loose so much time.
Our lives are too big, for this tinny-ass rhyme.
So now, our story has come to an end.
This is our life. This story I'll send...
Copyright © Alex Doumak | Year Posted 2012
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