Testo L.A. TIMES - NEEFA
Testo della canzone L.A. TIMES (NEEFA), tratta dall'album L.A. TIMES
Pardon my my cigarette
I got it from California
And it makes me quite forgetful
And I think I forgot your order
Yes I'm sorry waiting tables
Is a Fucking drag
And I might've forgot
Your appetizer sir my Fucking bad.
LA the place for dreams
Looking like a goddamn nightmare scene
Junkies looting on every corner
But we love tacos and marijuana.
(Dude its 4:20 right now)
Hey, there's a place for all your insecurities (Who me?)
Just come and see
(Bruh watch the minute i get there they gonna sign me)
L.A. the place for dreams
Kill your king and find your queen
Protest till you have no soul left.
Well at least you found your team.
Send those kiddos off to kinder
Don't you mess with their agenda
Men with boobies reading stories
God forbid if I offend ya
My souls been trapped near paradise
I rolled the dice (yuh)
And rolled them twice.
(yeah)
My souls been trapped near paradise
The pie looks nice
I want my slice
Some say it's the land of
Lunatic liberals looking at life so literal
Some come for the Silicon Valley
Others for the silicon genitals
I think mother was sipping on something cynical
When she cut the umbilical
She took the little one down to the crazy clinical
Now the condition is critical
L.A. the place for dreams
Looking like a goddamn nightmare scene
Junkies looting on every corner
But we love tacos and marijuana
(I'm tryna smoke one)
Hey, there's a place for all your insecurities
(Who are you talking to?)
Just come and see
(Bruh, you think I'ma drive Uber what if somebody see me?)
L.A. the place for dreams
Kill your king and find your queen
Long as everyone is bitter
You can build your self-esteem
Everyone should meet on Tinder
Don't you mess with their agenda
There's no need to meet the parents
God forbid that they offend ya
My souls been trapped near paradise
I rolled the dice (yuh)
And rolled them twice (oh yeah)
My souls been trapped near paradise
The pie looks nice (yuh)
I want my slice
Pardon my my cigarette
I got it from California
And it makes me quite forgetful
And I think I forgot your order.
Yes I'm sorry but I think
I might be going mad
And I might've forgot
Your appetizer sir my Fucking bad.
(Where's my food)
LA LA LA LA LA LA
(uh can I get a manager)
L.A. eh uh L.A.
(uh he might be speaking Spanish)
LA LA LA LA LA LA
(oh yeah)
L.A. uh uh L.A.
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Writer(s): Nicolas Aguero
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