Big D And The Kids Table - LAX lyrics

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Big D And The Kids Table - LAX lyrics

Hey, elitists from L.A. (Los Angeles, California): You know who you are You're driving fancy cars Your allowance exceeds my rent Listen to what I have to say Remind yourselves every day Let's get the message on its way Well first of all f** your f**ing attitudes How can you be so f**ing rude? You f**ing look at me like when girls are jealous And f** your f**ing L.A. bars You're all a bunch of wannabe superstars Yeah, f** your f**ing act You're a bunch of dressed up f**ing rats You get anything you want Mommy's dressed up f**ing runt You're f**ing lounging in Daddy's f**ing mansion And all your f**ing stupid names Blair and Titus, that's f**ing lame Z-A-see does not spell Zack, What the f** is with all that? You think you're so f**ing impressive If you get your name on a f**ing guest list Raise your nose to the people in line Give the doorman a f**ing high five And then 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 oh, so tough This looks so good for us Tonight my money's gonna buy me love And f** all of your deceiving What is your fake heart fake f**ing bleeding? And all the girls you lay on your mat Are the same f**ing girls you f**ing laugh at And f** your f**ing fake a** world And all your handed out f**ing thrills Some of us, we have to work hard Just to get our little part And maybe your clan lives right in Boston But my friends are f**ing awesome And we'll keep on doing our best Even though our lives are a mess 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? And 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 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 We're built up from nothing I'm trying to forget to wonder why