R.12

California dreamin', wonders, lust in the season, where adolescence become G's and, city clocks in the evenin'. Through the thick of it, squeamin', blunders, bickering, and heavin'. What must of it, greivances, from dusk of being lit, perceiving is a gift. I'll trust you with a lift, the take off is straight leanin'. When Yeezus jumpin' over Jumpman, the recess is sorta like Trump man, billion dollar design from a creative sorta mind. Wake up is what the conspiracist says, the take up is what a lyricist weds. No matter what slides in life, remember, you don't have to dream twice.