We smoking mirrors, God, I live the life
Singing Barodeo, cause I hear that *'s a vibe
And it's 70 and sunny, everybody looks like money
But I wake up every day feeling like no one * loves me
Fake friends, tricky customers on the weekends
But no one I could end up if I need them
There are 3,000 miles away
I think Southern California doesn't love me no more
I know I came here for a reason, but by now I'm not sure
It's so easy loving you when you're blinded by the view
But I think Southern California doesn't love me no more
Got some friends with big ol' houses, but no couches I could crash on
Don't want some bullshit, turn around and call it fashion
Here, take my number, so we can have a talk
Let's hang out tonight, except for if something better comes along
Fake friends, turning up to me, go send a weekend
But no one I could end up if I need them
There are 3,000 miles away
I think Southern California doesn't love me no more
I know I came here for a reason, but by now I'm not sure
It's so easy loving you From the hills to Malibu
But I think Southern California doesn't love me no more
Sw Croatian
That's why I'm out, then you call and I'm black
And you keep it real, are you you Or just acting
You promised me That you wouldn't let me go




You wouldn't lose yourself
I think Southern California doesn't love me no more
I know I came here for a reason, but by now I'm not sure
It's so easy loving you from the hills to Malibu
But I think Southern California doesn't love me no more
I think Southern California doesn't love me no more