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See I got a little bit of a problem back where I come from Feels like five people in my population And no one ever leaves there, I'm gonna be the first one PRE-CHORUS I guess my Papa always told me the way it was And my mama think she knows me, I know she doesn't (Ah, ah, ah) CHORUS But I got my head set on California I'll fly away tomorrow, won't even warn ya And I'll send a big postcard, just to piss you off I got my head set on California, here I come See, I got what you would call an obsession It feels like I think sane The limits of a small town frustrating my brain, Might leave some roots there but my head's on the next plane PRE-CHORUS Cause my daddy always told me the way it was, And my mama think she knows me, I know she doesn't (Ah, ah, ah) CHORUS But I got my head set on California I'll fly away tomorrow, won't even warn ya And I'll send a big postcard, just to piss you off I got my head set on California, here I come Here I come PRE-CHORUS Papa always tells me the way it was, And my mama think she knows me, I know she doesn't (Ah, ah, ah) But I've got my head set on New York City I'll fly away tomorrow, won't even miss me And I'll get a big boyfriend, just to piss you off [INSTRUMENTAL] CHORUS But I got my head set on California I'll fly away tomorrow, won't even warn ya And I'll send a big postcard, just to piss you off I got my head set on California, here I come Here I come, here I come |