Song | Los Angeles International |
Artist | King Fantastic |
Album | The Great Man Theory |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Beach bunny and beer getting the smack down | |
Sound of waves cra*****ng faintly in the background | |
Empty bottle of tequila by my flip-flops | |
Half-ounce of mega bomb in the ziplock | |
I do the southern Cali cool *****t with ease dude | |
You won’t catch me wild n’ out that ain’t my steez dude | |
I try to live my life blowing in the breeze dude | |
So if life’s a ***** I keep her on her knees dude | |
I’m in my pretty car knocking shottay | |
Using a Fatburger cup as my ashtray | |
I got a text from my young ***** in Bowling Hills | |
Said they’re warming up the pool and I should come chill | |
Said she’d been sipping on mimosas since she woke up | |
And it’s been a while since she had that slow ***** | |
Said she’d make it worth my time if I show up | |
***** I wanna be me when I grow up | |
I’m a LAX kind of ***** | |
***** eating slow sex kind of ***** | |
Not the one you wanna test kind of ***** | |
Los Angelino I’m the best kinda of ***** | |
One time for the West Coast | |
Two times for California | |
Three times for the City of the Angels | |
Carne Asada and Corona | |
I don’t know *****t about bottle service | |
But I pop bottles at bonfires | |
I’m smoking on fluffy sitting with Buffy | |
I met her in Venice walking her puppy | |
You look at that ocean and that’s infinity | |
It’s all that it’s been and all it’s gonna be | |
Every inch of this city caught in my memory | |
From the Northridge dorms to elementary | |
When I was wasting away in the penitentiary | |
I was missing my city and she was missing me | |
But now I’m home and she’s giving me all her energy | |
The King is back let’s sing to that | |
[ xxx ] | |
[ xxx ] | |
I grew up on the beach homie | |
I don’t get impressed by those *****ny things |
Beach bunny and beer getting the smack down | |
Sound of waves cra ng faintly in the background | |
Empty bottle of tequila by my flipflops | |
Halfounce of mega bomb in the ziplock | |
I do the southern Cali cool t with ease dude | |
You won' t catch me wild n' out that ain' t my steez dude | |
I try to live my life blowing in the breeze dude | |
So if life' s a I keep her on her knees dude | |
I' m in my pretty car knocking shottay | |
Using a Fatburger cup as my ashtray | |
I got a text from my young in Bowling Hills | |
Said they' re warming up the pool and I should come chill | |
Said she' d been sipping on mimosas since she woke up | |
And it' s been a while since she had that slow | |
Said she' d make it worth my time if I show up | |
I wanna be me when I grow up | |
I' m a LAX kind of | |
eating slow sex kind of | |
Not the one you wanna test kind of | |
Los Angelino I' m the best kinda of | |
One time for the West Coast | |
Two times for California | |
Three times for the City of the Angels | |
Carne Asada and Corona | |
I don' t know t about bottle service | |
But I pop bottles at bonfires | |
I' m smoking on fluffy sitting with Buffy | |
I met her in Venice walking her puppy | |
You look at that ocean and that' s infinity | |
It' s all that it' s been and all it' s gonna be | |
Every inch of this city caught in my memory | |
From the Northridge dorms to elementary | |
When I was wasting away in the penitentiary | |
I was missing my city and she was missing me | |
But now I' m home and she' s giving me all her energy | |
The King is back let' s sing to that | |
xxx | |
xxx | |
I grew up on the beach homie | |
I don' t get impressed by those ny things |
Beach bunny and beer getting the smack down | |
Sound of waves cra ng faintly in the background | |
Empty bottle of tequila by my flipflops | |
Halfounce of mega bomb in the ziplock | |
I do the southern Cali cool t with ease dude | |
You won' t catch me wild n' out that ain' t my steez dude | |
I try to live my life blowing in the breeze dude | |
So if life' s a I keep her on her knees dude | |
I' m in my pretty car knocking shottay | |
Using a Fatburger cup as my ashtray | |
I got a text from my young in Bowling Hills | |
Said they' re warming up the pool and I should come chill | |
Said she' d been sipping on mimosas since she woke up | |
And it' s been a while since she had that slow | |
Said she' d make it worth my time if I show up | |
I wanna be me when I grow up | |
I' m a LAX kind of | |
eating slow sex kind of | |
Not the one you wanna test kind of | |
Los Angelino I' m the best kinda of | |
One time for the West Coast | |
Two times for California | |
Three times for the City of the Angels | |
Carne Asada and Corona | |
I don' t know t about bottle service | |
But I pop bottles at bonfires | |
I' m smoking on fluffy sitting with Buffy | |
I met her in Venice walking her puppy | |
You look at that ocean and that' s infinity | |
It' s all that it' s been and all it' s gonna be | |
Every inch of this city caught in my memory | |
From the Northridge dorms to elementary | |
When I was wasting away in the penitentiary | |
I was missing my city and she was missing me | |
But now I' m home and she' s giving me all her energy | |
The King is back let' s sing to that | |
xxx | |
xxx | |
I grew up on the beach homie | |
I don' t get impressed by those ny things |