Dirty Paradise

I like the way you work it) VERSE 1 Spray paint on pigeons Crack heads that fidget Cruddy dread hippies that drop food than lick it Concrete and dirt Cocaine and kittens Playboy torn up with some white wads up in it (ew) It’s disgusting, I know it Creating material for grimy gutter grubbing poets The ocean waves are flowing with contents vial and potent And we love it and we breath it And we crave it and we loath it This is my city, the west is forever in me The imagery not so pretty The energy seems to feel me, real deep Like the Venice thrilling homies And they showed me beauty growing from the cracks somewhat holy V’s up for my church Branded it in our skin second that we learned We born by the ocean, die by the ocean Give love to those important and live it up for the moment CHORUS Dirty paradise Dirty paradise In my eyes The beauty’s alive All over This dirty paradise Dirty paradise VERSE 2 And I see so much potential Beautiful people with credentials Who are way willing to waste it On the off chance that they’ll make it Circles around they eyes Hustle to stay alive In LA it never rains but a storm can live in ya mind Crystal method to the madness A remedy for the sadness The futures a creeping present With some living in the past tense Sun kissed skin quickly dries to leather A strong old bond in a moment severed The sacrifices that we make for this lovely weather Happiness is just a blade away let’s all kill it together Fake when we bake in the sun Honking bangs louder than guns Say that we’re different But in difference we all end up as one Tagged up palm trees seem to bring a calming Remedy inside of me with ride or die tendencies (to live and die in LA) To live and die in LA Is the Tupac paradise we try everyday Some of us can hang Some of us gotta slang But when they ask us if we love it We all say the same thang ((CHORUS))