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Spending our days, riding waves
Ride 'em so hard getting tossed side ways
Bleaching our hair on warm sun rays
Chillin' to the max just wasting away
They assume we got nothing to say
All smoked out filling up ash trays
Don't wanna ride here anymore
Guess we're going soft baby, going softcore!
So they send me to a Scientologist
They show me this analysis
They say I'm prone to these addiction fits
But I don't wanna feel, never wanna feel, I don't wanna feel like this
Dad says get a job that actually pays
I don't give a shit about no 401k
Who's got the buco dallores today?
We're all broke in Cali-forn-i-a
Maxed out hard on big cliche's
Living off of Guac and Frito Lay
Don't wanna ride here anymore
Guess we're going soft baby, going softcore!
So they send me to a Scientologist
They show me this analysis
They say I'm prone to these addiction fits
But I don't wanna feel, never wanna feel, I don't wanna feel like this
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