Lax - Big D And The Kids Table
hey, elitists from L.A. (Los Angeles, California): you know who you are you’re driving fancy cars your allowance exceeds my rent listen to what I have to say remind yourselves every day let’s get the message on its way -- well first of all fuck your fucking attitudes how can you be so fucking rude? you fucking look at me like when girls are jealous and fuck your fucking L.A. bars you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars yeah, fuck your fucking act you're a bunch of dressed up fucking rats you get anything you want mommy's dressed up fucking runt you're fucking lounging in daddy's fucking mansion and all your fucking stupid names Blair and Titus, that's fucking lame Z-A-C does not spell Zack, what the fuck is with all that? you think you're so fucking impressive if you get your name on a fucking guest list raise your nose to the people in line give the doorman a fucking high five and then go: do my 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 money’s gonna buy me love and fuck all of your deceiving what is your fake heart fake fucking bleeding? and all the girls you lay on your mat are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at and fuck your fucking fake ass world and all your handed out fucking thrills some of us, we have to work hard just to get our little part and maybe your clan lives right in Boston but my friends are fucking awesome and we'll keep on doing our best even though our lives are a mess and we go: will this check support this tour? will this tour lose my job? without my job, where's the rent? should we all just call it quits? and dinner dates sure cost a lot when 28 bucks is all you got and your life
Artist: Big D And The Kids Table
Title: Lax