Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Jo Hill
Chant
Charlie Pitts
Guitare
Itamar Lapidot
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Camilla Dunhill
Paroles/Composition
Josephine Hill
Paroles/Composition
Louis Fulford-Smith
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Charlie Pitts
Production
Itamar Lapidot
Ingénierie
Pete Maher
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh
Will there be stars on the streets like I seen in the movies?
Fancy cars everywhere, broken dreams but they wear it like Jolie
And they don't take the Tube 'cause that's not what they do
They're in a soft top, swimming
Drive to the valleys to look at the view
When I get to LA
The sun on the sidewalk (woo-hoo-ooh)
And they'll love my accent (they'll love, they'll love, they'll love)
Oh, nothing like back home
But it's all looking hopeless when it's four in the morning
And no words are coming
But one day, you'll be talking 'bout me on the tele
When I get to LA
When I get to LA (ah-ooh)
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I wonder would Hollywood swallow me up? Will it hurt me?
'Cause looking at Chalamet, it's hard to say that it's so bleak
Fake friends, new house, big dreams
I know they're waiting for me
In a couple of songs, I'll be there on a plane
When I get to LA
The smoke on the city
And they'll ask me where I came from (where you from? Where you from? Where you from?)
And I'll tell them about my home
But it's all looking hopeless when it's four in the morning (hahaha)
And no words are coming
One day, you'll be talking 'bout me on the telly
When I get to LA
And it won't be so hopeless when it's four in the morning
And all my friends are calling, yeah
'Cause they've see me on the TV, and they'll be telling me about my fame
I'm smiling on the front page
When I get to LA (ah-ooh)
Writer(s): Louis Fulford Smith, Camilla Dunhill, Josephine Hill
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