When In LA
We can go to outer space, yeah, to the moon
Ain't nobody gonna know what the fuck we wanna do
We can go to outer space, yeah, to the moon
Pop a roxy, take off babe, I'ma show you how to do it
Do you feel what I'm sayin'?
Maybe I feel myself
Don't wanna feel like this
I wanna feel what's left
Get in the bag and I hit the road
Head to Hollywood Hills
Can't comprehend the shit you sayin
Keep that shit all over there
Back of the range, she giving me brain
we get nasty as fuck, woah
I can't complain, money insane
I fell in love runnin' it up, woah
Get what I'm sayin'
I swerve the lane like skrrt, what's up
Treat everyday like fashion week
We gonna fuck that shit up
Do you feel what I'm sayin'?
Maybe I feel myself
Don't wanna feel like this
I wanna feel what's left
Get in the bag and I hit the road
Head to Hollywood Hills
Can't comprehend the shit you sayin
Keep that shit all over there
Do you feel what I'm sayin'?
Maybe I feel myself
Don't wanna feel like this
I wanna feel what's left
I wanna feel what's left
Get in the bag and I hit the road
Head to Hollywood Hills
Hollywood Hills
Can't comprehend the shit you sayin
Keep that shit all over there
Ain't nobody gonna know what the fuck we wanna do
We can go to outer space, yeah, to the moon
Pop a roxy, take off babe, I'ma show you how to do it
Do you feel what I'm sayin'?
Maybe I feel myself
Don't wanna feel like this
I wanna feel what's left
Get in the bag and I hit the road
Head to Hollywood Hills
Can't comprehend the shit you sayin
Keep that shit all over there
Back of the range, she giving me brain
we get nasty as fuck, woah
I can't complain, money insane
I fell in love runnin' it up, woah
Get what I'm sayin'
I swerve the lane like skrrt, what's up
Treat everyday like fashion week
We gonna fuck that shit up
Do you feel what I'm sayin'?
Maybe I feel myself
Don't wanna feel like this
I wanna feel what's left
Get in the bag and I hit the road
Head to Hollywood Hills
Can't comprehend the shit you sayin
Keep that shit all over there
Do you feel what I'm sayin'?
Maybe I feel myself
Don't wanna feel like this
I wanna feel what's left
I wanna feel what's left
Get in the bag and I hit the road
Head to Hollywood Hills
Hollywood Hills
Can't comprehend the shit you sayin
Keep that shit all over there
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Writer(s): Tyrell Bland-moore
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