Things ain't going like the way you planned
I ain't your bitch and you ain't my man
Things ain't going like the way you thought
Respect is earned it can't be bought believe it
You really sold me out but that's the way you Live and Die in L.A.
You been spittin' 'bout your golden pass
But you remember getting pulled from the business class
All good things must come to an end
And was it ever really all that good my friend
You really sold me out but that's the way you Live and Die in L.A.
You got cell phone breath and some crystal meth L.A.
You got the yes man cashing their payroll checks L.A.
Life and death can feel the same
At the end of the Rainbow there's just an empty booth that has your name
It's got your name Let's go
Are you still thinking 'Ain't life grand'
So what was the point of fucking over the band
Never trusted a single word you said
Always knew you'd be crawlin' back to Red (crawlin')
You really sold me out...but that's the way you Live and Die in L.A
You got cell phone breath and some crystal meth L.A
You got the yes man cashing their payroll checks L.A
Life and death can feel the same
At the end of the Rainbow there's just an empty booth that has your name
It's got your name
Got your name
Got your name
Not saying that I hate, but I feel better when you're not around

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Writer(s): Ryan Roxie