Lax Lyrics - How It Goes - Big D And The Kids Table

Hey, elitists from L.A. 

(Los Angeles, California): 

You know who you are 

You're driving fancy cars 

Your allowance exceeds my rent 

Listen to what I have to say 

Remind yourselves every day 

Let's get the message on its way 

Well first of all 

Fuck your fucking attitudes 

How can you be so fucking rude? 

You fucking look at me like when girls are jealous 

And fuck your fucking L.A. bars 

You're all a bunch of wannabe superstars 

Yeah, fuck your fucking act 

You're a bunch of dressed up fucking rats 

You get anything you want 

Mommy's dressed up fucking runt 

You're fucking lounging in 

Daddy's fucking mansion 

And all your fucking stupid names 

Blair and Titus, that's fucking lame 

Z-A-see does not spell Zack, 

What the fuck is with all that? 

You think you're so fucking impressive 

If you get your name on a fucking guest list 

Raise your nose to the people in line 

Give the doorman a fucking high five 

And then go: 

Do my shoes match my shirt? 

Does my shirt clash with my pants? 

Do my pants match my eyes? 

Do my eyes look good tonight? 

Will this place be cool enough? 

Your hair looks oh, so tough 

This looks so good for us 

Tonight my money's gonna buy me love 

And fuck all of your deceiving 

What is your fake heart fake fucking bleeding? 

And all the girls you lay on your mat 

Are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at 

And fuck your fucking fake ass world 

And all your handed out fucking thrills 

Some of us, we have to work hard 

Just to get our little part 

And maybe your clan lives right in Boston 

But my friends are fucking awesome 

And we'll keep on doing our best 

Even though our lives are a mess 

And we go: 

Will this check support this tour? 

Will this tour lose my job? 

Without my job, where's the rent? 

Should we all just call it quits? 

And dinner dates sure cost a lot 

When 28 bucks is all you got 

And your life is at a stop 

And all your dreams are all self-taught 

And this is the difference between our lives 

No wonder tonight you feel alright 

And I'm sorry if my mind is occupied 

I'm trying to forget to wonder why 

We're built up from nothing 

I'm trying to forget to wonder why