It's another sunny day
And i'm putting on my skates
No money in the bank but I can still appreciate
The neighborhood thrift store
And if you walk a mile more
Rodeo drive buskers don't make a dollar more

Holes in my jeans
Am i living the dream,
Am I living the dream

Stranger California
With its crooked smile not going out of style
Stranger California
Being watched by drones talking on cell phones
Stranger California
with dirty beaches and hair thats bleached yeah
Stranger California
The west coast, the strangest coast

Been driving down the 5
Bumping and bassin it up
From the beat the other night
We didn't even try, let it flow into a rhyme
Been waiting for a time to leave our minds
Now its our time to shine

We're praying are we gonna be aight
Mama do you see me making life from the seed of a cry
To the hope that we lie to ourselves to stay high
Cuz we know that we try
Its something to die for

Holes in my jeans
Am i living the dream,
Am I living the dream

Stranger California
With its crooked smile not going out of style
Stranger California
Being watched by drones talking on cell phones
Stranger California
With dirty beaches and hair thats bleached yeah
Stranger California
The west coast, the strangest coast

I'll be playing baseball if you need me
Driving down the street youll see its not like the tv says
Our front yard is broken down
With all these dirt holes in the ground
These parking tickets i finally found
And minimum wage running this hole town
But if i could be myself in the neighborhood
I'd trade it all to be understood
In this underground after party
Where oh my god i get to be me
Where oh my god i get to be me
Omg i get to be me