Lyrics LA.X - Big D And The Kids Table

LA.X

Hey elitists from LA
Los Angeles, California
You know who you are
You drive big fancy cars
Your allowance exceeds my rent
Listen to what I have to say
Remind yourselves everyday
Let’s get this message on its way
First of all:
Fuck your fucking attitudes
How can you be so fucking rude
You fucking look at me like when girls are jealous
Fuck your fucking LA bars
You’re all just a bunch of wanna be superstars
Yeah, and fuck your fucking act
You’re a bunch of dressed up fucking rats
You get anything you want
Mommy’s dressed up fucking runt
You’re fucking lounging in daddy’s fucking mansion
And all your fucking stupid names
Blaire and Titus — that’s fucking lame
Z-A-C does not spell «Zack»
What the fuck is with all that?
You think you’re so fucking impressive
Get your name on a fucking guestlist
Raise your nose to the people in line
Give the doorman a fucking high five
They 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
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 fuck all your deceiving
What, is your fake heart fake fucking bleeding?
And all the girls you lay on your mat
Are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at
And fuck your fucking fake ass world
And all your handed out fucking thrills
Some of us we have to work hard
Just to get our little part
And maybe your clan is not in Boston
But my friends are fucking awesome
And we’ll keep on doing our best
Even though our lives are a mess
Even though my life is a mess
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?
A dinner date sure costs a lot
When 28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a stop
And all your dreams are all self taught
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?
A dinner date sure costs a lot
When 28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a stop
And all your dreams are all self taught
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?
A dinner date sure costs a lot
When 28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a stop
And all your dreams are all self taught
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
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 tough from nothing
I’m trying to forget to wonder why
We’re built tough from nothing
I’m trying to forget to wonder why
We’re built tough from nothing
I’m trying to forget to wonder why
We’re built tough from nothing
I’m trying to forget to wonder why