Well I remember Drivin' around Trying to think of each and every way that I could maybe get my ass up out this town And I remember It wasn't long ago I used to tell my momma "Stop with the yelling" and "No job is why I'm this world"
And I remember sitting outside my school in the back of Zach's car blowing smoke Telling all of my friends that one day we ain't gonna be broke But I guess dreams come true because now I'm writing this by the ocean somehow
Well I was so low But now I'm high in California Well I was so low But now I'm getting high in California I was so low, low, low, low, low But now Now I'm getting high in California
Well I remember Everyone telling me it would be too hard But now my artists turned to friends and Mercy Street turned to Sunset Boulevard And I remember walking down the train tracks Looking up towards the stars saying "Get us out of here" As we passed around a bottle full of jack And I remember coming home at night hoping I don't smell like smoke Telling my momma "Don't worry one day we ain't gonna be broke Imma pay the bills with these six strings just watch me" Now I'm on a roll and nobody can stop me
Well I was so low But now I'm high in California Well I was so low But now I'm getting high in California I was so low, low, low, low, low But now Now I'm getting high in California
I'm running 'til I'm dead I will never slow down The voice inside my head Is telling me to go now Never look back Never look back Never look back
Well I was so low But now I'm high in California Well I was so low But now I'm getting high in California I was so low, low, low, low, low But now Now I'm getting high in California
Now I'm getting high because I was so low But now I'm getting high in California Well I was so low But now I'm getting high in California Well I was so low, low, low, low, low But now Oh now I'm getting high in California
Compositor: Branson Daniel Earnest Stefanson (Goody Grace) ECAD: Obra #17312568