West Indian Girl - To Die In L.A. lyrics

We See Bright lights, another day, I'm waking up, Into the street, stay on beat, here it comes Believe So I get high to lift myself, remembering, I'm running late, I'm running late, here it comes And you don't know how you got there You don't know why you got there Inside Sunday, Monday, pa** the time away Friday, Saturday's on, here it comes LA Dee Da And the world's a song that plays along, La dee da dee day to die in LA And you don't know how you got there You don't know why you got there Looking outside outside of yourself