I knew I had what I wanted
But I had to pass through the wire
I felt alive
But I lost who I trusted
And now I'm sitting here
Whipping brand new models
By myself popping bottles
I don't feel the same
All these hoes aren't more than games
Boring lifes
Just switching lanes
Too many watches
And I watch who prays
Bali miss me
They wanna play
Acapella at Coechella
Who do I blame
I wanna stop
But I'd do it again
I'm a masochist
I can't explain
I like geting drunk
And forgetting who I am
Passing the nights
Passing the days
Graveyard called me
My body isn't there
Hell is hiring
And I'm on the way
I'm on the way
Back to L.A.
I don't know why
Not even when
Getting the blood out of my veins
Giving nothing
Is not getting upset
I'm on the way
Back to L.A.
I don't know why
Not even when
Getting the blood out of my veins
Giving nothing
Is not getting upset
But what do I expect
If I'm already dead, girl
You still give me head, yeah
And miss me in your bed
If I was alive
You would be alright
If you weren't a freak
I would never give you dick
Grab you from aside
That booty is sick
As you look right now
I´d never leave
Yeah girl
That booty is sick
Yeah girl
That booty is sick
I'm on the way
Back to L.A.
I don't know why
Not even when
Getting the blood out of my veins
Giving nothing
Is not getting upset
I'm on the way
Back to L.A.
I don't know why
Not even when
Getting the blood out of my veins
Giving nothing
Is not getting upset