[Verse 1: Goody Grace]
Well I remember
Drivin' around
Trying to think of each and every way that I could maybe get my a** up out this town
And I remember
It wasn't long ago
I used to tell my momma "Stop with the yelling" and "No job is why I'm in this world"
[Pre- Chorus: Goody Grace]
And I remember coming home at night hoping I don't smell like smoke
Telling my momma "Don't worry, one day we ain't gonna be broke"
Imma pay the bills with these six strings, just watch me
And now I'm on a roll and nobody can stop me
[Chorus: Goody Grace]
Well I was so low
But now I'm high in California
Well I was so low
But now I'm getting high in California
Well I was so low, low, low, low, low
But now
Well now I'm getting high in California
[Verse 2: Jesse Rutherford]
I used to pray that one day, maybe you might save me and we'd get out of here, oh
Now I'm racing, almost famous, I feel like I've made it there
So close but I'm still not in the right spot
I was born in California with a woman and the weather too hot
Yeah, I've got a little but I'm really itching for a whole lot
But when you start tearing it up they start ripping you off
I hear what they say and I know what they do
Yeah, they've caught up on you and they say that you're cool
So you give them your best, yeah, and they go and they flex, yeah
But I just smoke it off when I get back to the west side
[Chorus: Goody Grace]
Well I was so low
But now I'm getting high in California
Well I was so low
But now I'm getting high in California
Well I was so low, low, low, low, low
But now
Well now I'm getting high in California