Lyrics To Die in La - West Indian Girl

To Die in La

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, pass 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