The Maine - Birthday In Los Angeles Lyrics
Oh L.A. pick up the phoneI need to talk to youStop sleeping with my new friends,And all the old ones tooRemember when we met, I thought you thought I was boringYou called me on the phone, to arrange my birthday partyWell this anger
I dont drive a fancy carThose flashing lights dont mean a thing to meGoodbye L.A.You showed me around the houseYou took me by the wristYou introduced me to your pals, the scientologistsWe cut the cake inside,Then I tried to fake a smileAnd I drank, and drank, and drank, cause I felt so out of styleYou sang my birthday ṗartyOh its
showYeah this is something, it just isnt meSo long L.A.Well I do miss all you broughtThe joy, the haze, the stayIm sure youll feel it toBut soon enough youll miss mebut I aint got so much moneyNobody knows my name, but here is something I just have to sayF*ck you L.A.