What's left of California?
What's left of Los Angeles?
Sidewalks cry cause they're not as high,
shooting old dope.
Rich kid skies are a good disguise,
lining our veins with hope.
What did you get for free,
and where you gonna sell it?
Why should I give a shit?
Cover up your facelift.
What's left of my broken heart?
What's left of Los Angeles?
We got a new design,
excess redefined so you can dream it.
We rewrote the standards,
covered up the old scars so you believe it.
Scrape black tar from a guilty lung,
throw a needle in your arm.
Cough up wrongs of the city stars,
they didn't mean no harm.
What were you supposed to be?
And what did you turn into?
We don't even need you here,
but where you gonna run to?
Good drugs.
Bad streets.
Arms tied.
My world,
capsized,
with style.
We got a new design,
excess redefined so you can dream it.
We rewrote the standards,
covered up the old scars so you believe it.
I got some bad drugs,
just leave me alone.
I got a new plan:
get me outta here!
I pretend sincere;
stumble on words.
Desperation:
the warmth of a gun.
Last hundred years,
remember twenty four.
We got a new design,
excess redefined so you can dream it.
We rewrote the standards,
covered up the old scars so you believe it.
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