paroles de chanson Lost in LA - sprite Lee.

Yeah, ohhh, woahhh
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Well it's 5:45 in the morning out in LA
And I was out all night with the gang, there's blood on my face
I ain't got none of my ice, don't tell me I lost all my chains
Yeah, I can't remember shit, and my mind it go blank, no

And I lost all of my chains, yeah
I run on gin and lemonade, yeah
Got a little freak out in Hollywood
I only fuck her if the molly good
And every night I reach for the stars
But last night, guess I reached a little too far
The memory of blind nights on the boulevard
And cocaine on the dash of the rental car
We can't slow down, I woke up with the taste of your lips
On mine, the taste of your lips (it's 5:45)

It's 5:45 in the morning out in LA
And I was out all night with the gang, there's blood on my face
I ain't got none of my ice, don't tell me I lost all my chains
Yeah, I can't remember shit, and my mind it go blank, no