back to la
we go again
flyin’ above
smuggling my drugs
pass the coke and rum
strum the drum
i have a feeling
tonight won’t be easy
playing my ways
counting the days
six months
how come you still stay
how come i still feel this way
soul to body
angry and out of control
i know, i’m a fool
lying by the pool
sun beating
soul cracking
you and i
blue to blur
blur to black
check my bag
fuck, they found my crack