this is happy hour, my flow sells so well i’m on that don’t ask / don’t tell ’til they’re putting me up up in these hotels trying to chase heaven, but i know hell i know girls flying higher than at coachell and contract boys trying to make a soul sell that bottom line, surface level bullshit i heavy hit without the heavy weight to pull with i’m steady making up the rules as i go along taking on the beast but not always feeling so strong six heads, two beds close quarters’ll make you think anybody’s a true friend she said she owed a little bit of money but it didn’t stop her cards from playing some gin rummy and what up to the lady in the street selling ganja cookies i’m not a rookie but i gotta say the product took me
what the hell am i doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
go
i flow like the drinks in this place and drink like the flow of a river i gotta displace LAPD - so many cold cases if i’m wasted is it time well wasted? x on the label, texts getting playful the city of angels - but it’s hard to stay faithful bouncing between anita, monica and ana so many santas, not so many saints at the cabana la-la land, time just slips past my way is the highway, we live fast palm trees, big smoke, no stars but every night we say tonight we go hard and every morning we’re draping all off the mattress and every hungry kid is trying to get some access and every girl is telling me that she’s an actress but every day i’m just dreaming of making these tracks crisp
what the hell am i doing here? if you’re not careful, you might disappear into the skyscape on the walls of the city oxygen, keep it lit like a cherry stream of consciousness, nobody filters gotta learn to fit in with the killers