It's nine o' clock on Monday morning and I'm late I stayed up drinking with the girls from Silver Lake With no make-up on I get into my car And then I drive into the freeway parking lot
They say I'm lazy, I'm always late Full of excuses, I'm from LA They say I'm careless, can't find my way Crazy and precious, I'm from LA
I'm all hung over, feels like nails inside my head It's getting hot, the sweat is dripping down my legs The air conditioner still broken from the quake And now I'm melting like a wax doll in the flames (Here in LA)
They say I'm lazy, I'm always late Full of excuses, I'm from LA They say I'm careless, can't find my way Crazy and precious, I'm from LA
The radio says sig alert all throughout the five I'm right behind an ugly Saab with broken lights I put my make-up on while Betty's on the line With nothing else to do it helps me pass the time
They say I'm lazy, I'm always late Full of excuses, I'm from LA They say I'm careless, can't find my way Crazy and precious, I'm from LATeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
