Big D And The Kids Table

Big D And The Kids Table - L.a. X lyrics

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Hey elitists from L.A., Los Angeles. You know who you are. You're driving fancy cars. your allowance exceeds my rent. well listen to what i have to say. remind yourselves everyday to get the message on its way. well first of all, fuck your fucking attitudes. how could you be so fucking rude. you fucking look at me like when girls are jealous. and fuck your fucking LA bars. your all a bunch of wannabe superstars. yeah fuck your fucking act. your all a bunch of dressed up fucking rats. you get anything you want. mommies jobless fucking runt. you're fucking lunging in daddy's fucking mansion, witha ll your fucking stupid names, blaire and tavis thats fucking lame. z-a-h-c does not spell zack, what teh fuck is with all that? and you think you're so fucking impressive. get your name on a fucking guest list. raise your nose to the people in live. give the doorman a fucking high five. and then go do m,y shoes match my shirt? does my shirt clash with my pants? do my pants match my eyes? do my eyes look good tonight? will this place be cool enough? your hair looks oh so tough. this looks so good for us. tonight my moneys gonna buy me love. and fuck all of your decieving. whats your fake heart fake fucking bleeding? and all the girls you lay to your mat are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at. and fuck your fucking fake ass world and all of your handed out fucking thrills. some of us we have to work hard just to get our little part. and maybe your glamours not in boston, but my friends are fucking awesome. and well keep on doing our best even if our lives are a mess. and we go will this check support this tour? will this tour lose my job? with out my job where's the rent? should we all just call it quits? the dinner dates sure cost alot. when 28 bucks is all you got. and your life is at a stop. and all yoru dreams are all self-taught. and this is teh difference between our lives. no wonder tonight you feel alright. and im sorry if my mind is occupied. im trying to forget to wonder why. were built up from nothing. im trying to forget to wonder why.
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