To Die In La – West Indian GirlBy We SeeBright lights, another day, I’m waking up,Into the street, stay on beat, here it comesBelieveSo I get high to lift myself, remembering,I’m running late, I’m running late, here it comesAnd you don’t know how you got thereYou don’t know why you got thereInsideSunday, Monday, pass the time awayFriday, Saturday’s on, here it comesLA Dee DaAnd the world’s a song that plays along,La dee da dee day to die in LAAnd you don’t know how you got thereYou don’t know why you got thereLooking outside outside of yourself www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20