Lil Baby – California Breeze Lyrics

California Breeze

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"California Breeze." - Lil Baby

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:24 am

Album: It's Only Me

Track No: 05

(We all want someone
To care for your needs)
Yeah
Made it out the trenches, this type of life I can get used to
Number one on YouTube, private dinner in Malibu
Show you how to work your stick, ain't nobody gon' handle you
Put you in a Phantom 'cause you my lil' boo
Ready for whatever, I tie up my boots
Everybody goin' the same route, so I switched up my route
**** ain't what they be talking 'bout, so I switched up my crew
Actin' like you love me, knowin' it's flaw, so I'm gon' fake it too
What else am I supposed to do?
Aware of my surroundings, I don't fuck with y'all, don't come around me
Baby switched up, how that sound?
Like a **** in his feelings
You can't name something I did flaw, I'm a dying breed of the realest
Ain't never worried 'bout another ****, so in that case, I'm the biggest
I been travelin' around the world, my pivot still ain't left the business
She got everything I want, ain't no need to fuck with these bitches
You can go and have a lil' fun, I ain't gon' trip, baby, I get it
I ain't bullshitin' in this game, wherever this plane land, I'm the littest **** there
Turn ya back on me, I ain't even care
If you need me, I'm still gon' be there
Tell me, how the fuck is this shit fair?
Switch on who? I wouldn't dare
Fuck them too, I'm prepared
I run shit, get that clear
Heart broke, can't drop no tears
Was what it was, it is what it is
California breeze, take her out to eat
Stop at a lil' party, end up at the big house
I can't fuck with shawty 'cause she got a big mouth
Pull up in a 'Rari, hop out like a big dog
Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years off
Bookin' up my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out
I watched you turn sour, I still don't know how to feel 'bout it
Majority of 'em folded but I'm still solid
I'm still out here, still don't know how to feel about it
Early in the morning, talkin' to Marquis about it
Wonderin', "Should I let it go or we beefin' 'bout it?"
Knowin' that I'll go cold on you for weeks about it and
It wasn't even that deep, but that's just how it be with me
I can't lie, she be fuckin' me good, but girl, you fuck me better
I'm not surprised that you stereotype me to be a lil' guy
But if I can have a second of yo' time, try to elevate yo' mind
We can crush 'em on every level, I'm tellin' you
I fell in love with generating revenue
I know they gon' try to push us from the top, so I'm careful
I put **** under my wing like they my nephew
I'ma give you every piece of game I got when I catch you
I'm just tryna let you feel the breeze with me
California breeze, take her out to eat
Stop at a lil' party, end up at the big house
I can't fuck with shawty 'cause she got a big mouth
Pull up in a 'Rari, hop out like a big dog
Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years off
Bookin' up my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out
I watched you turn sour, I still don't know how to feel 'bout it
Majority of 'em folded but I'm still solid
No, no, no, no
I'm supposed to be gone but, shit, where I'm gon' go?
Tryna hold it in, I can't let this shit show
It can't be forced, it don't work, let it go
I try to tell you, you act like you know

Writer(s): Coco O., Dominique' Jones, Marcel Korkutata & Shane Lindstrom.

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