I don't wanna be your lover (woah)
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, hm, I'm not your L.A. type
Woo, 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, hm, I'm not your L.A. type
It's not that I don't understand, it's just that I can't handle it
When you pull up in your damndest, 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
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 s**t 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, hm, I'm not your L.A. type
Oh, 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, hm, I'm not your L.A. type
Babe, 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 hoe scenarios
Where everyone's professional
I'm sayin' 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, let me ask you if you actually
Think your side is different like y'all immune to capping magically
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 win it, go get it, I'm here
Can't beat it, jump in, that is real
Can't fear, can't figure, same pictures turn old
When you stare too long at the mirror
Palm trees, Cali trees, the west agenda
Kimbra hit me, like everybody out
The win I don't even see what's competition
Shout out my real L.A. hittas
That holly weird, that's word, I feel you
Kinfolk close, that's brother, that's sister
Big rims, nice car, gold grills, yeah
All I remember
'Cause had the switches, west life different
Too little to far to reach up, like to speak up
I pulled up with the speakers out of the pocket, like
Fly parking with the beeper, knocking heads, stepping, yeah
I'm a lil' 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
Go on, try to play the guitar
