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))