[Refrain]

Pardon my cigarette

I got it from California

And it makes me quite forgetful

And I think I forgot your order

Yes, I'm sorry

Waiting tables is a fucking drag

And I might've forgot your appetizer

Sir, my fucking bad

[Chorus]

LA, the place for dreams

Lookin' like a goddamn nightmare scene

Junkies lootin' on every corner

But we love tacos and marijuana

(You know it's 4:20 right now)

Hey, there's a place for all your insecurities

(Who? Me?)

Just come and see

(Bruh, watch. The minute I come in, they gon' sign me)

[Verse 1]

LA, the place for dreams

Kill your king and find your queen

Protest 'til you have no soul left

Well, at least you found your team

Send those kiddos off to kinder

Don't you mess with their agenda

Men with boobies reading stories

God forbid if I offend ya

My soul's been trapped near paradise

I rolled the dice, yeah

And rolled them twice, yeah

My soul's been trapped near paradise

The pie looks nice, yeah

I want my slice

[Bridge]

Some say it's the land of lunatic liberals

Looking at life so literal

Some come for the Silicon Valley

Others for the silicon genitals

I think mother was sippin' on something cynical

When she cut the umbilical

She took the little one down to the crazy clinical

Oh, now, the condition is critical

[Chorus]

LA, the place for dreams

Lookin' like a goddamn nightmare scene

Junkies lootin' on every corner

But we love tacos and marijuana

(I'm trying to smoke one)

Hey, there's a place for all your insecurities

(Who are you talking to?)

Just come and see

(Bruh, you think I'ma drive Uber? What if somebody see me?)

[Verse 2]

LA, the place for dreams

Kill your king and find your queen

Long as everyone is busy

You can build your self-esteem

Everyone should meet on Tinder

Don't you mess with their agenda

There's no need to meet the parents

God forbid that they offend ya

My soul's been trapped near paradise

I rolled the dice, yeah

And rolled them twice, oh yeah

My soul's been trapped near paradise

The pie looks nice, yeah

I want my slice

[Refrain]

Pardon my cigarette

I got it from California

And it makes me quite forgetful

And I think I forgot your order

Yes, I'm sorry

But I think I might be going mad

And I might've forgot your appetizer

Sir, my fucking bad

[Outro]

(Where's my food?)

La, la, la, la, la, la

(Uh, can I get a manager?)

LA, uh, eh, uh, LA, uh

(Uh, they might be speaking Spanish)

La, la, la, la, la, la

Oh ya

LA, uh, eh, uh, LA, uh