1.Giant
It was all a dream
I used to read Thrasher magazine
Looking at pictures of skateboarders
California
So envy me
S.O.S. LAPD
Docking the yacht in such low waters
How a sutra
Now it's a different game
Eighty percent still agree
They're winning 'cause it pleases God,
We're losing 'cause pleas
At the duty-free
Gifts are wine and Hennessy
Beautifully made with such fine water
Robert Smithson
And an ancient sea
Spiral cheddar baby cheese
Leaving the rock with such, blocked for the
Coliseum
Now it's a different game
Eighty percent still agree
They're winning 'cause it pleases God
We're losing 'cause pleas
Now it's a different game
Eighty percent still agree
They're winning 'cause it pleases God
We're losing 'cause pleas
2.California English, Pt. II
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
This girl wrote dry raps
In baggy sweaters
Tight neon tights, t-shirts with big letters
Back at her house
Was an Irish setter
With a heart shaped tag
Hanging off its collar
Through half the towns of Arizona
I dream the dreams I have when I hold her
Near palm springs we were struck by boulders
Cause they look like skull and bones
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
Questions I had
As I went through this
Are our parents actually buddhist？
Is the pool below me the bluest？
Is the TV on？
Through half the taquerías y fondas
Half the health clubs, half of the saunas
Half the Barbaras, half of the Rhondas
Is there something there？
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
This girl was smarter than television scripts
This girl wasn't damaged, her jeans were just ripped
'This girl was the girl that the girls in your world thought
about'
When the night was cold
How many times they've claimed that they know you
How many nations think that they own you
How many simple maps think the same sun don't shine on the
sunglasses now
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
3.Cousinz (Toy Selectah Mex-More Remix)
You could turn your back on the Biddlewood (4x)
You found a sweater on the ocean floor
They're gonna find it if you didn't close the door
You and this model sit outside of the side
In a house on a street they wouldn't park on at night.
Dad was a risk taker, his was a shoe maker
You greatest hits 2006, little list-maker
Caught in the melody, you wait in the car
You were born with ten fingers and you're gonna use them all
Interest in colors, I discover myself
If your highlife is gritty, you'll be toasting my health
If an interest in coats, you should be lining the walls
When your birth right is interest, you could just accrue it all.
Me and my cousins and you and your cousins
It's a line that is always running
Me and my cousins and you and your cousins
I can feel it coming
You could turn your back on the Biddlewood (4x)
Me and my cousins and you and your cousins
It's a line that is always running.
Me and my cousins and you and your cousins
I can feel it coming
Me and my cousins and you and your cousins
It's a line that is always running.
Me and my cousins and you and your cousins
I can feel it coming
Me and my cousins and you and your cousins (4x)
4.Jonathan Low
Lyricist：Christopher Joseph Baio, Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig,
Christopher Tomson
Last born of the clan
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his men
Was gone beneath snow
He picked up his knife and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing next to kin
They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same
Blood of his friends
Was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
The blood of his friends
Was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
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