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LA
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On Tour
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LA was released on October 2, 2012 by SideOneDummy Records as a part of the album Built Up from Nothing: The D-Sides and Strictly Dub
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Release DateOctober 2, 2012
LabelSideOneDummy Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM200

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big D and the Kids Table
Big D and the Kids Table
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big D and the Kids Table
Big D and the Kids Table
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hey elitist from L.A
Los Angeles
California
You know who you are
You drive big fancy cars
Your allowance exceeds my rent
Well listen to what I have to say
Remind yourselves every day
Let's get the message on its way
Well first of all
Fuck your fucking attitudes
How can you be so fucking rude?
You fucking look at me like when girls are jealous
And fuck your fucking L.A. bars
You're all a bunch of wannabe superstars
Yeah and fuck your fucking act
You're a bunch of dressed up fucking rats
You get anything you want
Mommy's dressed up fucking runt
You're fucking lounging in daddy's fucking mansion
And all your fucking stupid names
Blair and Titus that's fucking lame
C-A-C that's not Balzac
What the fuck is with all that?
You think you're so fucking impressive
You get your name on a fucking guest list
Raise your nose to the people in line
Give the doorman a fucking high five
And then go
Do my shoes match my shirt?
Does my shirt clash with my pants?
Do my pants match my eyes?
Do my eyes look good tonight?
Will this place be cool enough?
Your hair looks oh so tough
This looks so good for us
Tonight my money's gonna buy me love
Do my shoes match my shirt?
Does my shirt clash with my pants?
Do my pants match my eyes?
Do my eyes look good tonight?
Will this place be cool enough?
Your hair looks oh so tough
This looks so good for us
Tonight my money's gonna buy me love
And fuck all of your deceiving
What's your fake heart fake fucking bleeding?
And all the girls you lay to your mat
Are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at
And fuck your fucking fake ass world
And all your handed out fucking thrills
Some of us we have to work hard
Just to get our little part
And maybe your glamour's running in Boston
But my friends are fucking awesome
And we'll keep on doing our best
Even though our lives are a mess
Even though my life is a mess
We go
Will this check support this tour?
Will this tour lose my job?
Without my job where's the rent?
Should we all just call it quits?
A dinner date sure costs a lot
When 28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a stop
And all your dreams are all so taught
Will this check support this tour?
Will this tour lose my job?
Without my job where's the rent?
Should we all just call it quits?
A dinner date sure costs a lot
When 28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a stop
And all your dreams are all so taught
Will this check support this tour?
Will this tour lose my job?
Without my job where's the rent?
Should we all just call it quits?
A dinner date sure costs a lot
When 28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a stop
And all your dreams are all so taught
And this is the difference between our lives
No wonder tonight you feel alright
And I'm sorry if my mind is occupied
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
And this is the difference between our lives
No wonder tonight you feel alright
And I'm sorry if my mind is occupied
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
We're built up from nothing
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
We're built up from nothing
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
We're built up from nothing
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
We're built up from nothing
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
Written by: Big D and the Kids Table
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