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Ayesha Erotica

Streets of LA

 

Streets of LA

(album: Sick At Home - 2016)


Another breakdown bender, looking so slender
Downtown, shooting for the stars, Sunset Boulevard
Sunglasses, dim flashes, time passes so fast
Up-skirt, chateau high, get your money's worth

They wanna catch me, they wanna see me cry
They all follow me and tapped on the whole drive

The streets of L.A. are bright with the lights of attention
They look so pretty when you're passing out
From all of the tension
I'm still star stricken while I overdose on all of the fame
They say "That girl's so lost, yeah, what a shame"
"That poor what's-her-name"

Light a cigarette, watch me and my friends dance
Swallow more of these pills, these are name brand
I can see you, I'm pretending that I don't
You're pretending that I won't
A relationship unspoken

They wanna crack me, I'm daily crucified
They wanna watch me crumble, they wanna see me die

The streets of L.A. are bright with the lights of attention
They look so pretty when you're passing out
From all of the tension
I'm still star stricken while I overdose on all of the fame
They say "That girl's so lost, yeah, what a shame"
"That poor what's-her-name"

Watch me daily, public shaming
They tell me how to live as if I'm not the talk of the town
This is more than enough for me

The streets of L.A. are bright with the lights of attention
They look so pretty when you're passing out
From all of the tension
I'm still star stricken while I overdose on all of the fame
They say "That girl's so lost, yeah, what a shame"
"That poor what's-her-name"

Welcome to L.A., bitch
I'm sure you'll make it
Tell 'em Ayesha sent you

done

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