WHEN I GET TO LA

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)