L.A. Songtext
von Mother Feather

You wanna go
You wanna stay
You wanna put your dirty fist in the gravy
You wanna put your name on the recipe
You wanna take a shit in it and take it from me
Is that the way they do things in L.A.
Don′t call me
Don't say my name
I saw the stories
For shame
With all that time to waste
Oh baby
I′ma fuck your fucking face like an earthquake
Is that the way they do things in L.A.
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Put on a face
Put on a smile


Put on a record
Crocodile
Waited forever
Went to bed
I woke up and the fire had just spread
Is that the way they do things in L.A.
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Do The shimmy shake
Do The emancipate
I got a gold rush right here in the Empire State
You're a disgrace
Feel free to break away
Now I'm free to be me oh Californi-yay
Is that the way they do things in L.A.
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Is that the way they do things in L.A.
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