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Stuck in L.A., ain't got no friends |
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And so Hollywood nuts, |
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Too many dead ends |
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Life on the streets is no where to live |
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Do I pack my bags or dare switch |
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Just sold my car, I sold it for junk |
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I can't pay my rent so I take the bus |
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It's the first time |
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I been in such a cold place |
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Where the temperature is 88 |
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88 degrees |
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Lord it's so hot, so damn hot |
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Trying to make a deal |
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But somehow I'm stopped |
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Cause the pace is so heavy |
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Maybe it cause the weather |
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Yeah, yeah |
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I'm set in the mood for you |
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You remember the time |
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You remember the time |
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Yes, I'm the deal for a whole lot of dough |
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I'm hoping success turns ten years to gold |
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Finally I'm happening and I set in the press |
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You ask me what it's like to be famous |
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88 degrees |
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Lord it's so hot, so damn hot |
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Trying to make a deal |
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But somehow I'm stopped |
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Cause the pace is so heavy |
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Maybe it cause the weather |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Remember the time |
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Cause when in your face |
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You could start to get angry |
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Is it me or just this place |
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One thing is for sure |
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You got to work so hard |
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Sure feels this ain't no place |
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For broken hearts |
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Just ask me tomorrow if you love you |
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88 degrees |
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Lord it's so hot, so damn hot |
|
Trying to make a deal |
|
But somehow I'm stopped |
|
Cause the pace is so heavy |
|
Maybe it cause the weather |
|
Yeah, yeah |
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Stuck in L.A., ain't go no friends |
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And so Hollywood nuts, |
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Too many dead ends |
|
Life on the streets is no where to live |
|
You ask me what it's like to be famous |
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88 degrees |
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Lord it's so hot, so damn hot |
|
Trying to make a deal |
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But somehow I'm stopped |
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Cause the pace is so heavy |
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Maybe it cause the weather |
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Yeah, yeah |
