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California mob shit

de Suspect

What is this place?
What has it become?
The kids are fucking stupid
They are so dumb
My fingers keep shaking but I'm holding a gun
Right beside my temple cause I wanna have fun
And the feeling's growing old
(Wanna talk about it?)
No
When the fear is all we know
Where do we go?

Welcome to new California
It better dies
You die inside new California
It's so brand new, nothing's changed

The stars around here, they can't be seen
The
I wanna write a novel but my fingers are numb
We're all a bunch of losers but at least we have fun
And the fear is all we know
We've got nowhere left to go
When the fear is all we know
How do we grow?

Bobby was a wreck
And he was tracking on some breakfast
He went out to get some meds and forgot his fucking gold necklace
Now he's rocking by the beaches
And he's laying under piers
But he doesn't understand that everybody disappears
Cause the beach is made of blood
And you can see it in the sand
And everybody thinks Los Angeles is golden and it's grand
The truth is in the water
You can taste it if you drank it
Now the ship is setting sail
But he's gonna fucking sink it

Welcome to new California
It better dies
You die inside new California
It's so brand new, nothing's changed

What is this place?
What has it become?
What is this place?
What has it become?
What is this place?
What has it become?
What is this place?
What has it be-

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