LA

Lyrics

[Intro] (Phone ringing and girls screaming) [Joey] - Hello? [Girl] - Baby... - What happened? - You're dumb? - What have you been doin' - Well... Don't worry, he's gone. I'll tell you more about it - Ha, you're crazy. See you right now - Bye (Girls laughing) And yet [Verse 1] Tell the yellow cabbie "hold it up'' Freezin' from the wind, tryna run the line drunk And I cannot feel my fingers or my toes Matter of fact, whole body numb from the cold Staring at me, she ain't got a soul Eyes so black, even gotta hellish glow Recognized and threw me back a grin Knew the consequences, yet I said I'm all in Every light we pass again gettin colder Pull up to the crib, said "come here and lemme hold ya" London bridges quickly falling down Ain't even underwater but I've already drowned [Hook] It's like you're so dead from faces You're running through all my patience So high you'll be on the maintenance I'm just so used to the paces I'm just sayin' righteous, righteous I'm tryna break through your sayins See right through words you've been prayin' On me like I'm fish fillet But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone) [Verse 2] Started cooking in and quickly out it She played a quick card, starting gettin' pretty proudy Guess we really never saw it coming Cause if I did, homie, swear, I swear I'd be running Too late, cause she put it in my drink Couldn't even think, as I faded in the pink Man, I swear the smell of death is kinda sweet Until you know what's happenin', flatline B Story seems to happen everyday Eulogy springs [?], passed away Alcoholic section, while it is She was using FEA, tryna make it in LA And the worst part, he became the topic Lil column in the Times, page 9, no profit (people screaming and laughing) Lil column in the Times, page 9, no profit [Hook] It's like you're so dead from faces You're running through all my patience So high you'll pee on the maintenance I'm just so used to the paces I'm just sayin' righteous, righteous I'm tryna break through your sayins See right through words you've been prayin' Owe me like I'm fresh for late But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone) [Outro] But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone)