Escape From L.A.

Album: After Hours (2020)
Charted: 39
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  • You pillow talk to me about the men who try to get in between us
    They buy you bags and jewelry, yeah
    They think your kindness is so weak
    Know you don't give it up so easy, baby
    But you just wanted my attention
    You just wanted my affection
    You got me tattooed on your mind
    You just want me all the time
    We'll figure out our shit and find a way (oh way)
    When you say that you need space, I give you space (you space)
    Girl, when you're ready, you know where I stay
    When it comes to all these hoes, I'll never chase
    But this world is such a, such an evil place
    Man, these hoes will always find a way
    'Cause when I'm on the liquor, I go crazy
    And for that pussy, you know I'm a slave, yeah

    This place is never what it seems
    Take me out, LA
    Take me out of LA
    This place will be the end of me
    Take me out, LA
    Take me out of LA, yeah

    Yeah
    I'm in the Spyder Porsche cruisin' down the street
    Black on black venom colored seats
    Keanu Reeves, way a nigga speed
    Diamond cross hangin' off of me
    I'm fighting for my soul, Constantine
    And it's slowly burning, it was never cheap
    If you see what I seen, you wouldn't sleep
    I can't sleep
    'Cause I got everything I wanted
    Got the money, got the cars, got the ceiling with the stars
    Got everything I wanted
    But I'd be nothing without you
    Gave you everything you wanted
    Gave you power, gave you life, gave you space so you can shine
    Gave you everything you wanted (you wanted)
    But none of that matters to you, oh-oh

    This place (this place) is never what it seems
    Take me out, LA
    Take me out of LA (take me out, LA)
    This place will be the end of me (oh, whoa-oh)
    Take me out, LA (take me out of it)
    Take me out of LA, yeah

    Whoa, no, oh, no, no
    No, no, no, no, no, ooh-whoa
    Oh-ah, no, no, no, no, whoa-whoa
    Oh, no, oh

    (Hey)

    She pulled up to the studio
    Nobody's watching
    She closed the door and then she locked it
    For me, for me
    We had sex in the studio
    Nobody walked in
    I cut my verse and then she popped it
    For me, for me

    LA girls all look the same
    I can't recognize
    The same work done on their face
    I don't criticize
    She a cold-hearted bitch with no shame
    But her throat too fire
    She got Chrome Hearts hangin' from her neck
    And them shits going wild
    When she ride, she hold tight
    She gon' ride 'til sweat fall down her spine
    She's all mine for the night
    She's all mine until he calls her line

    She pulled up to the studio
    Nobody's watching
    She closed the door and then she locked it
    For me, for me
    We had sex in the studio
    Nobody walked in
    I cut my verse and then she popped it
    For me, for me
    Oh-oh, oh-oh Writer/s: Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Leland Tyler Wayne, Mike McTaggart
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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