Bubble Trouble (feat. Anj Khosla)
Meet me on Rodeo
All the creeps and the dweebs are bringing me down
I love LA, but the most bogus stuff happens here
I touch myself cause I'm hot and I'm ready to go
I'm sick and tired of staying at home
I'm out on the open road
Cause these blades were made to roll
Maxing out these credit cards
Can't tell these shopping bags apart
Not going home, yes I'm going hard
Down on the boulevard
Nobody walks in LA
Don't need no fur coat
Cause it's a hundred and three
And I'm out on the strip and I'm all that every eye can see
Why don't you take a picture?
It'll last longer
I'll roll right over your dreams
This is why I love LA
High off the key lime
Palms on the fault line
Moms sipping poolside
What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?
Stuck on the freeway
Jammed up in LA
FM DJ
What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?
That is, like, one bitchin' Camaro
Out here in the limelight
For everybody to see
But no one sees the empty room behind the silver screen
It's gonna roll right over your dreams
So what does your dad do?
Oh my god, is that Jan-Michael Vincent?
Oh my god!
Pop out the ice tray
Shots on your birthday
Taco Tuesday
What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Crop tops and flip-flops
G-spots and f-stops
Screenplays and headshots
What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?
Ugh, whatever
Oh my god, you're such a loser!
All the creeps and the dweebs are bringing me down
I love LA, but the most bogus stuff happens here
I touch myself cause I'm hot and I'm ready to go
I'm sick and tired of staying at home
I'm out on the open road
Cause these blades were made to roll
Maxing out these credit cards
Can't tell these shopping bags apart
Not going home, yes I'm going hard
Down on the boulevard
Nobody walks in LA
Don't need no fur coat
Cause it's a hundred and three
And I'm out on the strip and I'm all that every eye can see
Why don't you take a picture?
It'll last longer
I'll roll right over your dreams
This is why I love LA
High off the key lime
Palms on the fault line
Moms sipping poolside
What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?
Stuck on the freeway
Jammed up in LA
FM DJ
What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?
That is, like, one bitchin' Camaro
Out here in the limelight
For everybody to see
But no one sees the empty room behind the silver screen
It's gonna roll right over your dreams
So what does your dad do?
Oh my god, is that Jan-Michael Vincent?
Oh my god!
Pop out the ice tray
Shots on your birthday
Taco Tuesday
What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Crop tops and flip-flops
G-spots and f-stops
Screenplays and headshots
What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?
Ugh, whatever
Oh my god, you're such a loser!
Credits
Writer(s): John Joseph Wilmarth, Martin Daniel O'connor
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