To Die in La - West Indian Girl

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