Ride the black cloud over the west coast I fell from like Morning Son You were breathing black clouds laced with the west coast You got high enough to try to
Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles
You came to find reigns under the west coast After hours, in heavy showers of play Under red waves hoping you might choke As you knew, well you must hurt to
Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles
They must not hear what you are about to say Or we may never get away Come close, whisper, if you are about to say “I've gotta get out of L.A." “I've gotta get out of L.A."
“I've gotta get out of L.A." “I've gotta get out of L.A." “I've gotta get out of L.A."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
