Lyrics

Digress to my back pocket.
I got a twenty I don't know where I got it.
I think about you in the summer.
I don't know why California looks kinda cool.
Thinkin' of ways how I can make my mark.
A half an hour away from the dark.
Pretty soon it'll be quarter till two.
I don't know why but i'll be missin' you.
I don't want to lose you I've got to leave you.