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Big D And The Kids Table - LA.X Lyrics




Hey, elitists from L.A.; Los Angeles, California
You know who you are
You drive in fancy cars
Your allowance exceeds my rent
Well listen to what I have to say
Remind yourselves every day
Let's get the message on its way

Well first of all,
F*ck your f*cking attitudes
How can you be so f*cking rude?
You f*cking look at me like when girls are jealous
And f*ck your f*cking L.A. bars
You're all a bunch of wannabe superstars
Yeah, f*ck your f*cking act
You're a bunch of dressed up f*cking rats

You get anything you want
Mommy's jobless f*cking runt
You're f*cking lounging in daddy's f*cking mansion
And all your f*cking stupid names
Blair and Tavis, that's f*cking lame
Z-A-C does not spell Zack,
What the f*ck is with all that?

And you think you're so f*cking impressive
You can get your name on the f*cking guestlist
Raise your nose to the people in line
Give the doorman a f*cking high five

And they 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 so, so tough
This looks so good for us
Tonight my money's gonna buy me love
[x2]

And f*ck all of your deceiving
What's your fake heart fake f*cking bleeding?
And all the girls you lay to your mat
Are the same f*cking girls you f*cking laugh at
And f*ck your f*cking fake ass world
And all your handed out f*cking thrills
Some of us, we have to work hard
Just to get our little part
And maybe your glamour's not in Boston
But my friends are f*cking awesome
And we'll keep on doing our best
Even though our lives are a mess

Even though my life is a mess, yeah

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?
The dinner dates sure cost a lot
When 28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a stop
And all your dreams are all self-taught
[x3]

And this is the difference between our lives
No wonder tonight you feel alright
And I'm sorry if my mind is occupied
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
[x2]

We're built up from nothing
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
[x4]
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Hey, elitists from L.A.; Los Angeles, California
You know who you are
You drive in fancy cars
Your allowance exceeds my rent
Well listen to what I have to say
Remind yourselves every day
Let's get the message on its way

Well first of all,
F*ck your f*cking attitudes
How can you be so f*cking rude?
You f*cking look at me like when girls are jealous
And f*ck your f*cking L.A. bars
You're all a bunch of wannabe superstars
Yeah, f*ck your f*cking act
You're a bunch of dressed up f*cking rats

You get anything you want
Mommy's jobless f*cking runt
You're f*cking lounging in daddy's f*cking mansion
And all your f*cking stupid names
Blair and Tavis, that's f*cking lame
Z-A-C does not spell Zack,
What the f*ck is with all that?

And you think you're so f*cking impressive
You can get your name on the f*cking guestlist
Raise your nose to the people in line
Give the doorman a f*cking high five

And they 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 so, so tough
This looks so good for us
Tonight my money's gonna buy me love
[x2]

And f*ck all of your deceiving
What's your fake heart fake f*cking bleeding?
And all the girls you lay to your mat
Are the same f*cking girls you f*cking laugh at
And f*ck your f*cking fake ass world
And all your handed out f*cking thrills
Some of us, we have to work hard
Just to get our little part
And maybe your glamour's not in Boston
But my friends are f*cking awesome
And we'll keep on doing our best
Even though our lives are a mess

Even though my life is a mess, yeah

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?
The dinner dates sure cost a lot
When 28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a stop
And all your dreams are all self-taught
[x3]

And this is the difference between our lives
No wonder tonight you feel alright
And I'm sorry if my mind is occupied
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
[x2]

We're built up from nothing
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
[x4]
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Writer: JAMES VALENTINE, ELIZABETH ANNE BERG, JASON LYON BOESEL, ALEX GREENWALD, STEPHEN MICHAEL RUNION
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, BIG D AND THE KIDS TABLE MUSIC


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