L.A.
Woke up this morning, tryna write what's on my heart
But it seem my heart ain't fuckin' with my pen
So, I grab my keys, I'ma go and drive it off
As I'm driving, I get pulled over again
He say, "You over the speed limit", I say, "I thought I was within it"
Then, he give my ass a ticket like a punk
I just kinda shake it off, like 200 bucks is soft
Then I go and hit Duffin's to get some lunch
I'll get the number four with a side of chicken tend
Throw some hot sauce up on that, never just a little bit
Then I hit studio, give to you what I'm thinking in my head
But, the shit I've been thinking in my head, ain't really feeling all that pimp today
So, I be scribbling down what I've been crumbling up
And as I'm crumbling up, I've been mumbling stuff
That I don't really give a fuck to say
Like, I'm the man, I'ma blow like, you already know, now that sounds weak
My homie's like, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
Grab my shit and pack my bag, then I say, "Peace out"
Instead of going home, I'll just show up at your house and say
How long would you wait
If I said there's no tomorrow, and all we had was today?
So, baby, let's, let's go to L.A.
Where all them dreams are made of, and we can't find us no shade, I ask you
"How, how long would you wait
If I said there's no tomorrow, and all we had was today?"
So, baby, let's, let's go to L.A.
Where all them dreams are made of, and we can't find us no shade
We hit the road again, hit the gas, then we rollin' right
My fans keep thinking I'ma blow like fucking overnight
Since eight days ago I haven't had a sober night
That sounds cool, right? Welcome to my new life
Lights, camera, then act man, my life's just like a movie
I was feeling so on fire, like a never-ending doobie
'Til I try and catch the bus and I ain't even got a toonie
I'm like, "Can a get a ride?" She like, "No, you gotta pay"
I'm like, usually I have fare, but today just ain't my day
She like, "No way", I'm like, "Okay"
Oh, walking in the rain, feel it falling on my brain
Got me feeling little bit inspired
So, I walk all the way home, put some music on and zone
Then I wrote this shit you now call fire
Yeah, one long day, one long day, yeah, that be what my life's about
One long day, one long day, probably what your life's about
Excitement is something I can't live my life without
So, I pack my bags and show up at your house
Screaming out, screaming out, screaming out, like
"How long would you wait
If I said there's no tomorrow, and all we had was today?"
So, baby, let's, let's go to L.A.
Where all them dreams are made of, and we can't find us no shade, I ask you
"How, how long would you wait
If I said there's no tomorrow, and all we had was today?"
So, baby, let's, let's go to L.A.
Where all them dreams are made of, and we can't find us no shade
What, Lady?
I was searching for some fun, maybe
I wasn't searchin' for no love, lately
I was searchin' for some-, I was searchin' for some-
I was searchin' for some
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ain't nothin' but-
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ain't nothin' but-
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
What, lady?
I was searching for some fun, maybe
I wasn't searchin' for no love, lately
I was searchin' for some-, I was searchin' for some-
I was searchin' for some
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ain't nothin' but-
You, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ain't nothin' but-
You, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
But it seem my heart ain't fuckin' with my pen
So, I grab my keys, I'ma go and drive it off
As I'm driving, I get pulled over again
He say, "You over the speed limit", I say, "I thought I was within it"
Then, he give my ass a ticket like a punk
I just kinda shake it off, like 200 bucks is soft
Then I go and hit Duffin's to get some lunch
I'll get the number four with a side of chicken tend
Throw some hot sauce up on that, never just a little bit
Then I hit studio, give to you what I'm thinking in my head
But, the shit I've been thinking in my head, ain't really feeling all that pimp today
So, I be scribbling down what I've been crumbling up
And as I'm crumbling up, I've been mumbling stuff
That I don't really give a fuck to say
Like, I'm the man, I'ma blow like, you already know, now that sounds weak
My homie's like, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
Grab my shit and pack my bag, then I say, "Peace out"
Instead of going home, I'll just show up at your house and say
How long would you wait
If I said there's no tomorrow, and all we had was today?
So, baby, let's, let's go to L.A.
Where all them dreams are made of, and we can't find us no shade, I ask you
"How, how long would you wait
If I said there's no tomorrow, and all we had was today?"
So, baby, let's, let's go to L.A.
Where all them dreams are made of, and we can't find us no shade
We hit the road again, hit the gas, then we rollin' right
My fans keep thinking I'ma blow like fucking overnight
Since eight days ago I haven't had a sober night
That sounds cool, right? Welcome to my new life
Lights, camera, then act man, my life's just like a movie
I was feeling so on fire, like a never-ending doobie
'Til I try and catch the bus and I ain't even got a toonie
I'm like, "Can a get a ride?" She like, "No, you gotta pay"
I'm like, usually I have fare, but today just ain't my day
She like, "No way", I'm like, "Okay"
Oh, walking in the rain, feel it falling on my brain
Got me feeling little bit inspired
So, I walk all the way home, put some music on and zone
Then I wrote this shit you now call fire
Yeah, one long day, one long day, yeah, that be what my life's about
One long day, one long day, probably what your life's about
Excitement is something I can't live my life without
So, I pack my bags and show up at your house
Screaming out, screaming out, screaming out, like
"How long would you wait
If I said there's no tomorrow, and all we had was today?"
So, baby, let's, let's go to L.A.
Where all them dreams are made of, and we can't find us no shade, I ask you
"How, how long would you wait
If I said there's no tomorrow, and all we had was today?"
So, baby, let's, let's go to L.A.
Where all them dreams are made of, and we can't find us no shade
What, Lady?
I was searching for some fun, maybe
I wasn't searchin' for no love, lately
I was searchin' for some-, I was searchin' for some-
I was searchin' for some
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ain't nothin' but-
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ain't nothin' but-
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
What, lady?
I was searching for some fun, maybe
I wasn't searchin' for no love, lately
I was searchin' for some-, I was searchin' for some-
I was searchin' for some
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ain't nothin' but-
You, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ain't nothin' but-
You, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Glenn Hoffman, Alex Lustig, Pranam Injetti
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