Los Angeles

作词:Mat Kearney

作曲:Mat Kearney

所属专辑:JUST KIDS (Deluxe Edition)

歌词

歌曲名 Los Angeles 歌手名 Mat Kearney

作词:Mat Kearney+Mason Levy+Tom Meredith

作曲:Mat Kearney+Mason Levy+Tom Meredith

Well I pulled outta Nashville

With the sun on my windshield

Black 4Runner

in the summer like a big deal

Apron at Starbucks

What you gonna miss B

Nah I smiled out

over the Mississippi

Got a friend out west

With a little studio time

Futon in the valley

And the dream gone wild

Ralph turkey in the pouch

And Ramen in the cup

Check the funds in the account

When the pennies add up

this fire in

my chest weighs more like gold

I try my best

Lord to let it unfold

For all on the quest

Let the story be told

Right from the soul

Los Angeles

Hit me at the heart of this

Driving the 101

My dream down to the bone

Your smile your kiss

Every little part I miss

Baby I trying to find

a place where we belong

I got a buddy name Shawn

And a minivan too

CDs at our feet

How to tour no clue

Thousand cap room

And only eight people came

And five on the guest

list were under my name

But I slayed every

one from the bottom of my heart

Maybe there be sixteen

here next time we start

So move with the wind

Fifty dollars in my pocket

Wait for the sun

That silver rocket

Two traveling souls

Living on the road

To wayward kids livin

how they don know

So we put it with the wind

We let it all unfold

Straight from the soul

Los Angeles

Hit me at the heart of this

Driving the 101

My dream down to the bone

Your smile your kiss

Every little part I miss

Baby I trying to

find a place where we belong

I got a lone baby darling

and the world on fire

Twenty K to make a record

now we walking on a wire

Every favor that I got

I cashing in to use

Judson JoJo Sy Lindsey Robert

Thank You

So Bullet was made

And I scared out my brain

And the song getting played

And everythin starts to change

People showing up singing

along to what I say

And It feels like we might

just be on our way

I think that Letterman

he just said my name

Check the crowd at the House of Blues

Like they cardboard fakes

Everyone livin out loud

And down their mistakes

And these schizophrenic

records that I love to make

Los Angeles

Hit me at the heart of this

Driving the 101

My dream down to the bone

Your smile your kiss

Every little part I miss

Baby I trying to find

a place where we belong

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