Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Vocals
Dean Reid
Dean Reid
Sound Effects
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Mellotron
Mighty Mike
Mighty Mike
Drums
Gary Ferguson
Gary Ferguson
Drums
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Songwriter
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Producer
Dean Reid
Dean Reid
Mixing Engineer
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Producer
Kieron Menzies
Kieron Menzies
Engineer
Mighty Mike
Mighty Mike
Co-Producer
Trevor Yasuda
Trevor Yasuda
Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Topanga is hot tonight, the city by the bay Has movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay The rumblin' from distant shores sends me to sleep But the facts of life can sometimes make it hard to dream Life rocked me like Mötley Grabbed me by the ribbons in my hair Life rocked me ultra softly Like the heavy metal that you wear I'm flyin' to the moon again, dreamin' about heroin How it gave you everything and took your life away I put you on an aeroplane, destined for a foreign land I hoped that you'd come back again And tell me everything's okay, hey, babe, yeah Topanga's hot today, Manson's in the air And all my friends have gone, 'cause they still feel him here I wanna leave, I'll probably stay another year It's hard to leave when absolutely nothing's clear Life rocked me like Mötley Bad beginnin' to my new year Life rocked me ultra softly Like the heavy metal that you hear I'm flyin' to the moon again, dreamin' about heroin And how it gave you everything and took your life away I put you on the aeroplane, destined for a foreign land I thought that you'd come back again To tell me everything's okay, hey, babe, yeah (It's fucking hot, hot) winter in the city Somethin' 'bout this weather made these kids go crazy (It's hot) even for February Somethin' 'bout this sun has made these kids get scary Oh, writin' in blood on my walls and shit Like, oh, oh my God Jumpin' off from the walls into the docks and shit Oh-ho-ho-ho, I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't sick of it Baby (baby), come on (come on), come on (come on) I'm flyin' to the moon again, dreamin' about marzipan Taking all my medicine to take my thoughts away I'm getting on that aeroplane, leavin' my old man again I hope that I come back one day To tell you that I really changed, baby (It's hot, hot) somethin' 'bout the city Don't know what it is, it makes my head get crazy Oh, makes me feel like I can change Oh-ho-ho-ho, all of my evil ways and shit Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm Oh, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sick of it
Writer(s): Richard W. Jr. Nowels, Elizabeth Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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