Oh, you can do wrong, and you can do cranky, and you can do nothing
In the back of the Bugatti, go let Eastman or Rodeo
And the boys are all felt, they're going to the market
They're just to the brim, they're headed to the hell
They're driving me in circles, corrugated sand
Oh, I'm getting to the cab
We're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
I'm on a soul vacation going station to station
Looking at a bright red sign for a parking citation
Yeah, L.A.'s got the girls with California's hydration
Yeah, we're going to the beach, I hope you brought flotation
The boys are all felt, they're going to the market
They're just to the brim, they're headed to the hell
They're driving me in circles
They're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
I'm on a soul vacation, corrugated sand
Oh, I'm getting to the cab
We're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
We're going to the cab
We got two kids, got two kids, we got two kids
Oh, you could do wrong, and you could do cranko
And you could do nothing, you could do fun
LA's got gorgeous, LA's number one
The boys are all found, they're used to the brand
They're driving me in circles, ignoring any sound
The boys are all found, they're used to the brand
They're driving me in circles
They're used to the brand
The boys are all found, they're used to the brand
You wanna get yourself
HATS & HATS