L.A.

I don't think that I can make it 
I don't want to try
But if you turn back on me again
I swear I'm gonna die

I don't want to be a no name shit
In the city of Los Angeles where I can't find a fix

I met a girly in a black car in a black dress
She said she liked me but just wanted me for my cigarettes
I said there's no way!
There's no way in hell!
LA's getting through to me
We will always be this way

I can see it killing
Everybody's always so uptight,
I need to cut ties and fly right
Raw and power hungry
Feel as though it's only one more time
It seems wrong, but it feels right

I can see it killing!
City's killing children!
Raw and power hungry!
Make something out of me!



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Steele, Jackson Rau
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