Paroles: P!nk. Gone To California.

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Goin' to California

To live in the summer sun

The streets are made of silver

I'm like a rabbit on the run

Philadelphia freedom

Well it's not like you have heard

The City of Brotherly Love

Is filled with pain and hurt

I'm goin' to California

To find my pot of gold



Corruption on every corner

Hustlers selling sweets

Baby is home crying

While her momma's on the streets

Everybody's dying

Have you heard the news today

A woman in north Philly is mourning

A bullet took another son away

I'm goin' to California

Goin' far, far away



Goin to California, yes

To resurrect my soul

The sun is always shining

Or at least that's what I'm told

Goin' to California

There's a better life for me

Goin' to California

I'll write and tell you what I see

Goin' to California

Somebody say a prayer for me