Sometimes I am in California buying tacos, other times I am in California dreaming of buying tacos. This guy here made a song about it, but didn’t mention tacos, which kind of upsets me, but I can forgive it because there is a cool lil’ whistly drop and bonky wood knocks on the snares. Puts me in the mood for a fancy drink and some sort of little beach umbrella in my cup. Snapchatting my friends all like “life is sooooo hard right now” while I wear my fucking Hawaiian floral print button-up.
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