Popped a pill, now it feel right You know how to make it feel right, yeah LAX for the flight California dreamin' for the night, yeah She's 'bout to party in L.A. She's got the molly in her drink She can hardly hear me when I say "Please, no more parties in L.A.", yeah She gon' have this shit her way Always at the party, that's the play Wonder if she hear me when I say "Please, no more parties in L.A." Cash drippin' out the Range truck Got some change and then you changed up Talkin' to me like you can't be fucked with You fucked me once, you still the same fuck You be running 'round the city wildin' Shit be goin' down, don't care to hide it Got me running 'round the city toxic (I hope you don't notice me) Me in V.I.P. got me wildin' Phone on DND, don't fuck the vibe up Party TNT, there's no survivors She done lots of tea, got no attire She came in for molly, X and Oxy' But she wants to top me hella sloppy Pussy fire as hot than the tropic She don't get acknowledged when she top me off Never acknowledge fuck shit a fake Faded top, I wouldn't boss up, great All that talking shit is for the jakes In L.A. it's drugs to the face She done took a couple to the face How much more drugs do it take To never hit another party out in L.A. I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more Yeah, bass Pretty bad bitch with the face Shawty, right there, I need a case Case of the 'Migo, case of the '42 Shawty, right there, I need the Ace Wild out time when you like that, uh Sex too good just to type that I don't condone doin' no pills But you do it with a thrill every time that you bite back Cali, the valley, the scores in Italy The pure lookin' hoes still fuck like hoes in the alley I take 'em to the function and send 'em to the bros for the alley I'm gettin' down in the bathroom, someone knock, knock at the door Nigga, stop cockblockin' We in Beverly Hills, somebody party I'm fuckin' me a white bitch at the hot topic One thing that a young nigga know, is these bitches they come, they go Monday through Sunday, Friday, Friday through Sunday, yo She tellin' me she want some of my pocket I must be lookin' like I'm one day old The bitch said she would never give a threesome I told you, I'll get it one day, hoe I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

El sol en la costa La luna en mi frente Y si tu quieres vente Baby solo vente El sol en la costa La luna en mi frente Y si tu quieres vente Baby solo vente No más fiestas en Santiago Y si quiero verte Dime como le hago? No more parties in Santiago Y si quieres verme Dime como le hago? No more parties in Santiago No más fiestas en Santiago No more parties in Santiago El alcohol, el tabaco, la noche Canciones retumban los coche Las drogas, los panas, mujeres bailando Moviendose al ritmo del roce No hay Tego, ni gatas que retocen Baby, eso ya lo se No more parties in Santiago No more parties in Santiago No more parties in Santiago No more parties in Santiago In STGO En STGO En STGO Ya no se bien que hacer La felicidad se deshace No más dance floor Pase lo que pase yeh A las 00:00 mi honey en el Renault pasaba por ti Ver la electricidad en tu cuerpo me hacia feliz baby Ya no te tengo a ti Ya no me tengo a mi No hay nada que nos haga reír Tanto que quiero hacer Sentir tus uñas de gel Otra vez por mi piel Ver tus ojos color miel Color miel Color miel Color mie eh eh eh eh el Color miel Color mieeel yah Muchos EH Muchos AH No more parties in Santiago Y si quiero verte Dime como le hago? No más fiestas en Santiago Y si quieres verme Dime como le hago? No more parties in Santiago No más fiestas en Santiago No more parties in Santiago No más fiestas en Santiago Y si quiero verte Dime como le hago? No more parties in Santiago Y si quieres verme Dime como le hago? No more parties in Santiago No más fiestas en Santiago No more parties in Santiago Muchos EH Muchos AH

La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La da da da di da da-a, la-a Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) Please (shake that body, party that bod-) Please (shake that body, party that body) Please (shake that body, party that body) Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray tan It was more than soft porn for the K-man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler I show you the ropes, connect the dots A country girl that love Hollywood Mama used to cook red beans and rice Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers Music and iPhone cameras This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean He flew you in this motherfucker on first class Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is The head still good though, the head still good though Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical Make me get spiritual Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday Bottle service, head service, I came in first place The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity And yeah G, I was all for it She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy Scary Scary No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A Friday night tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty Thinking back to how I got here in the first place Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list Strippers get invited to where they only get hired When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowing the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em really I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades I be paranoid every time The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin' The problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full Bitches say he funny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money, money, money, money Big, big money, money, money, money And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker I just keep on lovin' you, baby And there's no one else I know who can take your place Please, no more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) I'm out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far

Telegram Sam Telegram Sam You're my main man Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim I know's where you've been Purple Pie Pete Purple Pie Pete Your lips are like lightning Girls melt in the heat Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man Bobby's all right Bobby's all right He's a natural-born poet He's just outta sight Jungle Faced Jake Jungle Faced Jake I say make no mistake About Jungle Faced Jake Automatic shoes Automatic shoes Give me 3-D vision And the California blues Me I funk But I don't care I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair Telegram Sam Telegram Sam I'm a howlin' wolf for you

Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation One eye's closed in fear, anticipation Will it stay shut? Will it ever open? What if? What if? Nerves. Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses Brittle spittle sparks you are defenceless The fabric of dreams is ripped apart Nerves. As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger In your pumping heart Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Sense of serenity is shattered in the glint of splintered glass. A trail of random cutlery cuts a dash in the concrete underpass Nerves. Nerves. Nerves. Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel

All we ever wanted was everything All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly Sandwich bars, and barbed wire Squash every week into a day Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh The sound of the drum is calling Sound of the drum has called Flash of youth, shoot out of darkness Factory town Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh to be the cream Oh to be the cream Oh to be the cream Oh to be the cream Oh to be the cream Oh to be the cream

Severance The birds of leaving call to us, Yet here we stand Endowed with the fear of flight. Overland The winds of change consume the land, While we remain In the shadow of summers now past. When all the leaves Have fallen and turned to dust, Will we remain Entrenched within our ways. Indifference, The plague that moves throughout this land Omen signs In the shapes of things to come. Tomorrow's child is the only child.