LA.X - Big D And The Kids Table

Hey elitists from LA

Los Angeles, California

You know who you are

You drive big fancy cars

Your allowance exceeds my rent

Listen to what I have to say

Remind yourselves everyday

Let’s get this message on its way

First of all:

Fuck your fucking attitudes

How can you be so fucking rude

You fucking look at me like when girls are jealous

Fuck your fucking LA bars

You’re all just a bunch of wanna be superstars

Yeah, and fuck your fucking act

You’re a bunch of dressed up fucking rats

You get anything you want

Mommy’s dressed up fucking runt

You’re fucking lounging in daddy’s fucking mansion

And all your fucking stupid names

Blaire and Titus — that’s fucking lame

Z-A-C does not spell «Zack»

What the fuck is with all that?

You think you’re so fucking impressive

Get your name on a fucking guestlist

Raise your nose to the people in line

Give the doorman a fucking high five

They go:

Do my shoes match my shirt?

Does my shirt clash with my pants?

Do my pants match my eyes?

Do my eyes look good tonight?

Will this place be cool enough?

Your hair looks oh-so tough

This looks so good for us

Tonight my money’s gonna buy me love

Do my shoes match my shirt?

Does my shirt clash with my pants?

Do my pants match my eyes?

Do my eyes look good tonight?

Will this place be cool enough?

Your hair looks oh-so tough

This looks so good for us

Tonight my money’s gonna buy me love

And fuck all your deceiving

What, is your fake heart fake fucking bleeding?

And all the girls you lay on your mat

Are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at

And fuck your fucking fake ass world

And all your handed out fucking thrills

Some of us we have to work hard

Just to get our little part

And maybe your clan is not in Boston

But my friends are fucking awesome

And we’ll keep on doing our best

Even though our lives are a mess

Even though my life is a mess

We go:

Will this check support this tour?

Will this tour lose my job?

Without my job where’s the rent?

Should we all just call it quits?

A dinner date sure costs a lot

When 28 bucks is all you got

And your life is at a stop

And all your dreams are all self taught

Will this check support this tour?

Will this tour lose my job?

Without my job where’s the rent?

Should we all just call it quits?

A dinner date sure costs a lot

When 28 bucks is all you got

And your life is at a stop

And all your dreams are all self taught

Will this check support this tour?

Will this tour lose my job?

Without my job where’s the rent?

Should we all just call it quits?

A dinner date sure costs a lot

When 28 bucks is all you got

And your life is at a stop

And all your dreams are all self taught

This is the difference between our lives

No wonder tonight you feel alright

And I’m sorry if my mind is occupied

I’m trying to forget to wonder why

This is the difference between our lives

No wonder tonight you feel alright

And I’m sorry if my mind is occupied

I’m trying to forget to wonder why

We’re built tough from nothing

I’m trying to forget to wonder why

We’re built tough from nothing

I’m trying to forget to wonder why

We’re built tough from nothing

I’m trying to forget to wonder why

We’re built tough from nothing

I’m trying to forget to wonder why