Lana Del Rey — California

(One, two)You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really areWhen you’re lying in my armsBaby, you don’t ever have toGo faster than your fastest pace or faster than my fastest carsI shouldn’t have done it but I read it in your letterYou said to a friend that you wish you were doing betterI wanted to reach out but I never said a thingI shouldn’t have done it but I read it in your letterYou said to a friend that you wish you were doing betterI wanted to call you but I didn’t say a thing(Two, three, four)Ooh, I’ll pick you upIf you come back to America, just hit me up’Cause this is crazy loveI’ll catch you on the flipsideIf you come back to CaliforniaYou should just hit me upWe’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever, have funWe’ll hit up all the old placesWe’ll have a party, we’ll dance till dawnI’ll pick up all of your folks and all of your Rolling StonesYour favorite liquor off the top-shelfI’ll throw a party, all night longYou don’t ever have to be stronger than you really areWhen you’re lying in my armsAnd honey, you don’t ever have to act cooler than you think you shouldYou’re brighter than the brightest starsYou’re scared to win, scared to loseI’ve heard the war was over if you really chooseThe one in and around youYou hate the heat, you got the bluesYou’re changing like the weather, oh, that’s so like youThe same wind that moves you(two, three, four)Ooh, I’ll pick you upIf you come back to America, just hit me up’Cause this is crazy loveI’ll catch you on the flipsideIf you come back to CaliforniaYou should just hit me upWe’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever, have funWe’ll hit up all the old placesWe’ll have a party, we dance till dawnI’ll pick up all of your folks and all of your Rolling StonesYour favorite liquor off the top-shelfI’ll throw a party, all night longOoh, I’ll pick you upIf you come back to America, just hit me up’Cause this is crazy loveI’ll catch you on the flipsideIf you come back to CaliforniaYou should just hit me up