la type

Oh

I don't wanna be your lover (whoa)
I don't wanna be your friend
Out here I've been seeing double
It's like everybody's out to win
They're making the news
Breaking the rules
And taking it way too far
Shoot for the stars
Money and cars
Then smile for the camera, yeah

The sun shines all-year 'round
And everybody's got the time
To keep their teeth so white
If you're young, willing and able
Then all your dreams come true

All I'm saying is I don't wanna waste your time
Hate to break it to you, I'm not your LA type
Ooh, go on tell me what you like
Boy, I'm 'bout to break down, boy, I'm 'bout to

Guess I'm not that into fame and Hollywood too
Bright lights on the boulevard, oh
Don't stop, you know you can get it any way you like
Hate to break it to you
I'm not your LA type

It's not that I don't understand it
it's just that I can't handle it
When you pull up in your damnedest
damn, the guest list's full up
You use and choose your charm
I'm like candy on your arm
And I can see right through what you do
straight to who you are
oh, I can't do the poses
Chateau Marmont moments
You just want the best
and you should do your best, yeah
Tryna start a movement
Too cool that you lose it
Boy you got me smelling that shit from miles away

The sun shines all-year 'round
And everybody's got the time
To keep their teeth so white
If you're young, willing and able
Then all your dreams come true

All I'm saying is I don't wanna waste your time
Hate to break it to you, I'm not your LA type
Ooh, go on tell me what you like
Boy, I'm 'bout to break down (oh)

Guess I'm not that into fame and Hollywood too
Bright lights on the boulevard
Don't stop, you know you can get it any way you like
Hate to break it to you
I'm not your LA type (ay)

I mean, it's really facts
That opposites attract like magnets
I told this city girl that life's a beach and she ain't into that
She say she know the roles when bumpin' elbows
with those that you meet outside of shows in fake ho scenarios
Where everyone's professional
I'm saying it's a special way of living out here on the coast
Might not have it all but, yeah, you gotta brag or boast
Can't act like you ain't into bright lights
And nice ice and fine wines
And chrome pipes and hard drugs for long nights
I'm wrong right?
Playing, playing, playing (quite playing)
Let me ask you if you actually (actually)
Think your side is different
like y'all immune to capping magically (wow)
See, everybody wanna be something, that makes us wannabes
But somewhere down the line, you start to become what you're gonna be

Can't wait to go get it, I'm here
Can't beat it, jump in, that's real
Can't fake, can't fake
the same pictures turn old when ya stare too long at the mirror
Palm trees, Cali trees, the West agenda
Kimbra hit me we like everybody out to win
I don't even see what's competition
Shout out my real LA hitters
Now Hollyweird, that's weird I feel ya
Kinfolk close, that's brother, that's sister
Big rims, nice car, gold grills, yeah
All I remember, cuz had the switches, West life different
Too little, too far to reach up, like to speak up
I pulled up with the speakers out the pocket
Like fly parking with the beeper knocking heads stepping, eah
I'm a little too retro, yeah
Head to the feet my big halo
yeah, lost with them all, angels on the West Coast
But everybody wanna be a star
Gon' try and the play guitar