Lyrics: Gatlin Thornton/Charlie Hugall/Miya Folick/Maxx Marshall
Music: Gatlin Thornton/Charlie Hugall/Miya Folick/Maxx Marshall
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
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 phat ass through a needle
I'm only judging you for judging me on who I wanna love
I could visit for the summer, but you won't let me bring my crush
Now I'm in a bluะตr 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