| I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA
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| Off the plane, paint my face in the car, park my heart at the valet
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| I watch the sun sink down over Santa Monica Boulevard
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| When I’m lonely and I’m missin' home
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| But other times, I feel like my blood is runnin' Cali
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| I’ve got some famous friends that I could call
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| But I don’t know if I’m cool enough
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| And what’s worse than spendin' time alone
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| Is one of them not pickin' up
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| It’s hard to grow and time to go
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| But some days, I wanna stay
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| I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA
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| (I've got a love and hate relationship with LA)
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| I wonder if I’ll get invited to the party
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| (I wonder if I’ll get invited to the party)
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| Yeah, and if I do, will I go?
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| If I go, will I know somebody? |
| (Will I know somebody?)
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| I’m on my third glass of wine tryin' to find conversation
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| In a room with bigger names
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| But other days, I’m lookin' out for real estate
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| Confetti’s fallin', friends are callin'
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| Saw me on the TV
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| But if I let down my hair in the ocean air
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| Will Tennessee be mad at me?
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| Yeah, I know it ain’t a one-way road
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| But sometimes, it feels that way
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| I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA
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| (I've got a love and hate relationship with LA)
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| Yeah, ooh, ooh
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| Yeah, ooh, ooh
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| And sometimes it feels like it’s all real
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| But nothin' here is as it seems
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| I ask myself, does it feed my soul or my anxiety?
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| Carpet’s red, ego’s fed, but it’s myself that I have to face
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| I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA
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| (I've got a love and hate relationship with LA)
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| (Yeah, ooh, ooh) I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA
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| (Yeah, ooh, ooh) I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA
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| (Yeah, ooh, ooh) I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA
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| (Yeah, ooh, ooh) I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA |