[Chorus] I gotta hundred cigarettes on the ashtray And a bottle full of Baileys for a bad day I gotta stick my thumb up on the highway And I'll tell my baby I'm never coming back from LA Baby, I'm never coming back from LA [Verse] Betcha never seen a diamond choker on a cowboy In a Porsche 911 making that noise Claim he had a few drinks and made a bad choice Did some cocaine sniffing with some bad boys I woke up, still drunk like an a-hole I gotta change my outfit cause it's the day yo Hoped in the droptop and ripped it down Rodeo You betcha ass I went through every last Peso [Chorus] I gotta hundred cigarettes on the ashtray And a bottle full of Baileys for a bad day I gotta stick my thumb up on the highway And I'll tell my baby I'm never coming back from LA Baby, I'm never coming back from LA