[Intro]
Yo
We show one love out there
To everybody in the beautiful place
It's on the west side
So you gotta roll over here

[Verse 1]
See, welcome to the goddamn future
Mental Kama Sutra
Chris Young the Rapper, Vision the producer
Halle-Hallelujah, Jésus Cristo
Show a n***a love, see we do it for the people (people)
Bang-bang-biggity bumping in your region
Subwoofers they customize demons
Heating down-down, d-down your repertoire
Best little be, he good with the cards
They used to call me in Daygo
I blocked her number 'cause I couldn't be faithful
But I knew a lost soul was at a crossroads
The crossover they making and take the lost coal
Crack the gringo, crack the queen ho
Benz to Beemer outcash your Pinto
But more than anything she just wanted to glow
So she gave me a pack of matches and she told me to blow
[Hook]
We ain't selling this soul, We rush for our gold
We kick down the door, it's us, baby
We puff the bomb dro, We spit the bomb flow
So watch the bomb blow
Like whoa...we got to glow
California Soul

[Verse 2]
See the Bay Area, they get hyphy
I'm on the ground getting down with the dime piece
Born in Sac Town, I guess she's a Pisces
Might be a lion but I think the fish like me
Likely, I be smooth as molasses
Kiss Jew chicks that I see in Calabasas
I squeeze asses in Catholic masses
That's it, that's it, that's how we come back bitch
Wicked west side, got to take a test drive
Before you're getting whipped by the soul where the best die
This ain't an anthem, you are the anthem
You loved her on the city but you left her on the Phantom
So, so we'll hold this for ransom
Glow in the dark like a Kanye tantrum
Uh, she drives me crazy
New York somebody gotta save me
(This soul)
[Hook]
We ain't selling this soul, We rush for our gold
We kick down the door, it's us, baby
We puff the bomb dro, We spit the bomb flow
So watch the bomb blow
Like whoa...we got to glow
California Soul

[Bridge]
Uh huh, check this out
Dreams come true
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Competition is none, competition is done
Hip-hop's a pillow fight, your feather is a gun
I blew the feather and run straight to the Sun
Leave the soul and the beam where my dream was hung
Grab them by the tongue, put the words in my lungs
Read the breath love spoke
When the world first begun
When the world began we were a grain of sand
On the San Diego beach from a promised land
Me
I keep the promise in hand, spit the words to man
They tried to steal the soul from another Mexican
I put the soul in a Rolls, take a toss and glow
Teach her languages she never heard before
[Outro]
Welcome to future
This is the mental Kama Sutra
The rapper, and the producer
But they tried to sell us, so selfish
We straight from the Cali, press me with the Elvis