Florida Man

One, two, three This California water's still holy on my tongue My skin's a little thicker, but we're frying in the same sun We've got the world in common, but you only see the walls of your house (ah) I'm tryna show you stars, but you're keeping your head down Let's just call a spade a spade Can it just be a-okay that My life don't look like yours? Three kids and a ring, queen of the neighborhood You're really living the dream, maybe I would if I could I'll always be home, now I found who I am I'm never going back to Florida, man I wanna make it big, wanna kiss all kinds of people But you keep tryna fit my fat ass through a needle I'm only judging you for judging me on who I wanna love, ah I could visit for the summer, but you won't let me bring my crush Now I'm in a bluer state Was over your prude parade, it's My life, it don't look like yours Three kids and a ring, queen of the neighborhood You're really living the dream, don't need your savior, I'm good I'll always be home, now I found who I am I'm never going back to Florida, man A black sheep is still black, even if you paint it white Just because you gave me life, don't mean you can regulate mine I truly didn't mean to dirty up your picket fence, I went somewhere I won't offend And I've never looked back again