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