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))