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letra de los angeles - devon braxton

[intro]
this might be the outro
but it’s definitely not the end
hopefully, it’s the start of something a little better for myself

hey

[verse 1]
i was living a fantasy somewhere deep in my mind
searching for that place that i call home, but i can’t find
tired of missing my chance and talking ’bout how i can’t take it
so i’ll pack up all my bags and brag about how i’ma make it
put it in the drop-top (aye)
cruising down the highway, doing things my way
never worried ’bout what the rest say
i’m riding the best wave
put it in the drop-top (aye)
run the game like a track meet, clothes in the back seat
never worried ’bout when i get paid
everything will be okay

[pre-chorus]
going 85 with my bags in the trunk
i ain’t slamming on the brakes, saving that for the dunks
making waves in the bay, ’til the contest sunk
bring it back to my roots, getting down with the funk
song so good, i have you singing in the streets
i be flowing so cold, i had to bring it to the heat
spend my time in the stu, coming out just to eat
put my back to the sun like i’m california suite

[chorus]
l.a. california, baby
give me all you got i’ll take it
take you down to the melrose gold t–th
say my name in the streets ’til you know me
l.a. californication
i don’t want no confrontation
gsp to the 405
i’m taking everybody’s city ’til they all know mine

[post-chorus]
tall stacks in the case (huh?)
they see you doin’ better, everybody wanna taste (okay)
they wanna see you trip when you keeping up a pace (whoo, aww sh-t)
if they wanna d-ck ride, tell ’em ride with the bass
go and ride with the bass, fly with the bass
feel it in your lungs, get high from the bass
go and ride with the bass, fly with the bass
let it take over your soul, don’t hide from it

[verse 2]
put it in the drop-top (aye)
pull up on the scene now, tell me what you see now
birds flying west to the big stage
and getting trapped in that big cage, oh no
keep all that sh-t out my drop-top (aye)
ain’t no room in the back seat, take a look at the fact sheet
i don’t look like a taxi
keep that energy away from me unless you can match me
put the pedal to the floor, don’t think on foot you can catch me, no

[pre-chorus]
going 85 with my bags in the trunk (yeah)
i ain’t slamming on the brakes, saving that for the dunks (okay)
making waves in the bay, ’til the contest sunk (go)
bring it back to my roots, getting down with the funk (ooo)
song so good, i have you singing in the streets (uh huh, go)
i be flowing so cold, i had to bring it to the heat (breezy)
spend my time in the stu, coming out just to eat (yeah, what?)
put my back to the sun like i’m california suite (let ’em know)

[breakdown]
break it down, aye
bust down crown, l.a., pour me some bacardi
drip down sunset b, yeah, that’s a party
ten toes for myself, you think i’m wildin’
i don’t need your money, baby, i get that regardless
do it for my brother grinding out in san pedros
if that ain’t your money, why you tryna steal the queso?
lions in the jungle scaring birds off the payroll
green like the amazon, reign like a bezos

[chorus]
l.a. california, baby (l.a. california, baby)
give me all you got i’ll take it (whatcha got, whatcha got?)
take you down to the melrose gold t–th (i’ll take you down, down)
say my name in the streets ’til you know me (down, down, down, down, down, down)
l.a. californication (no sauce)
i don’t want no confrontation (l.a., l.a.)
gsp to the 405 (jersey)
i’m taking everybody’s city ’til they all know mine

d-mn, it’s already over?

- devon braxton

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