[VERSE 1]
Everybody thinks it’s palm trees
Movie stars and magazines
Convertibles on sunset streets
And everybody living free
But the rent eats half your paycheck
Smog turns sunsets into death
Some guy screaming at a stop sign
Wearing Batman with no pants
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[PRE-CHORUS]
Welcome to the promised land
Where nobody sleeps and nobody’s tan
Everybody’s got a master plan
Till life punches holes in it again
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[CHORUS]
This ain’t the California
That they sell on TV
No blonde girls running slow-mo
Down the beach for free
It’s burnt-out dreams and traffic jams
Fake smiles and punk rock bands
Everybody chasing something
Nobody understands
Ohhh-ohhh
Postcards from California
Ohhh-ohhh
Everybody wants ya till they know ya
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[VERSE 2]
Hollywood smells like hot garbage
Influencers fake their confidence
Everybody’s “almost famous”
Living broke inside apartments
Skaters flying through the crosswalk
While a Tesla blocks the lane
Sunshine mixed with bad decisions
And wildfire season rain
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[PRE-CHORUS]
Everybody came to win
Now they’re overdraft broke again
Still screaming “this is paradise!”
With cigarettes and bloodshot eyes
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[CHORUS]
This ain’t the California
That they sell on TV
No perfect life in Malibu
No endless luxury
It’s loud guitars and liquor stores
Broken hearts and landlord wars
Everybody chasing heaven
Sleeping on the floor
Ohhh-ohhh
Postcards from California
Ohhh-ohhh
Everybody loves ya till they own ya
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[BRIDGE]
But somehow when the sun goes down
And the city lights all burn out
You still feel something in the air
Like maybe dreams still live somewhere
Maybe everybody’s crazy
Maybe that’s the beauty lately
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[FINAL CHORUS]
This is the California
Covered up in smoke
Dreamers hanging by a thread
Still pretending not to choke
Yeah we scream and fight and crash
Still surviving off the trash
But everybody keeps on coming
Cause the chaos never lasts
Ohhh-ohhh
Postcards from California
Ohhh-ohhh
Still got a heartbeat underneath ya