See I got a little bit of a problem back where I come from
It feels like 5 people, in my population
I know who ever leaves there, is gonna be the first one
I guess my papa always told me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me I know she doesn’t

I,I,I

But I’ve 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
But let me tell the small town
Frustrating my brain
I might leave some root there
But my head’s on the next plane

Cuz my daddy always tells me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me I know she doesn’t

I,I,I

I’ve 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

La, la, la, la la

Papa always tells me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me I know she doesn’t

I,I,I

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

I’ve 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