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These skylines and painted skies
Stay up all night
I'm lost inside
These LA vibes
It's paradise, where life's on high
I'm lost inside
These LA vibes

can't see where yo' waist
But where yo' wrist at?
He ain't seen his ho in a minute
Where his bitch at? I came by myself the
Barbecue a nigga kickback
I

Fleeting sighs
So tired of yawning
A good call to leave this behind
Run the red lights
Ignore old warnings  
For years are hasty passers-by

There's

never stays
By the time I can speak there's nothing left to say

Where's your softer side
I feel so out of place
Take me out tonight
Hanging on whatever

Just like those flashin' lights that fly by on the highway
Every pretty face that I see is just a blur to me
Another lonely night, another lonely,

We drove out on Wednesday morning
Towards the curling colder ocean
We hovered like haze on the water
Covered up by clothes of salty air

I need my

night by eight
But one stormy evening, he was late
Her frightened tears fell to the floor

Until his key turned in the door

""Where've You Been?

I

press girl
But you looking like my next girl

Look, you walked right by me
I coulda sworn that you liked me on IG
I mean, it was in the PM
Last week you

Soft skin and bone 
Melting into my own
Tomorrow can wait
So I’ll save face

Everything now
Is chaos by our design
We slip away
Let them all wait

You're hard to leave behind
Like summer in autumn
The leaves as they're falling
But I won't change my mind
There's times where I've wanted to
Be

to pray
I guess at the end of the
Day it's in Theo's hands

And if you're looking for love
You know where to find it at
And if you're looking for love
You

when I write rhymes I don't write
Man I just rhyme
Cause the rhymes come out my mind
Defined by divine design
And now's my time, mostly talkin' to myself

  (yeah, I'm gone)
Hold on, I brought my Glock in the party
(Ayy, what?)
Big dog, I'm with choppers, no Harleys
(Huh?)
This beat by who? (Sorry Jaynari, ayy,

frequency
No matter where you are

Now we got blinded by the sun
Like all summer dreams seem true
It was your eyes that taught me how to see
It was

In a frantic fit of ecstasy you say
This town is too asleep for me!
But you haven't got any notion of where to go
She lives about a dozen miles from

my eyes 
 Your Spanish lullaby 
 I want to be where the sun warms the sky 
 When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by 
 Beautiful faces, no

a martyr, feed the flame
Are we only held together by disdain for one another
Where's the truth, where's the life, where's the way

God bless the land of info

Tears lost
Fallin' down my cheeks like raindrops
Who the fuck you callin'? Where your lifeline?
Who the fuck you callin' from the sidelines?

PROUD DESPERADO
Written by Kip Winger, Reb Beach & Desmond Child
 
The city burns  
There's no return
Never saw it coming
The crimson skies
Smoke

Right here in Boss City
Yeah
See I can pick you up
And put you on
Right here in Boss City
Yeah
Where the sun
Go shining off the chrome
Right Here in

my list, no family ties
Work, go home, shut the door, jump in the four by four
Breeze off in the night sky, come back when it's light time
Back again

night a good time any day
Yeah

So I sit shot gun in a Chevrolet
Headin' to a different type of LA
Where the girls all smell like creme brulée (and

There's but one little sun
Where she can safely run
When she comes undone...

Oh baby let me stay your alley cat
You're my wire to the light
And my spark

The shadow figures of the elemental night
Faking the call to live by fronting all your life
The city walls surround your inner dialogue
Instead