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l.a. symphony – you lyrics

[intro]
ah wasn’t feelin’ that one at all
yeah mmhmm uh huh huh yeah
ohh yeah
yeah yeah yeah
that’s right y’all
all around the world
yeah
all around the block baby it’s like

[altered hook]
you (everybody sayin’)
you (everybody sayin’)
you (everybody sayin’)
you (everybody sayin’)
you (everybody sayin’)
you (everybody sayin’)
you (everybody sayin’)
you (everybody sayin’)

[verse 1: ? and flynn]
one double 0 comma, triple 0
in the bank account i’m talkin’ ’bout
turn it up, turn it down
turn everything, inside out
i’m ’bout, you ’bout it, and everything that come with it
i [?] and get my levi’s custom fitted
you wit’ it, i’m wit’ it
i get it, you get it
let’s get it all
all the dough by the whole shoppin’ mall
ball outta control, carry this straight out of bounds
swingin’ hard tryin’ to end your player [?]

you hear this terrific, prolific personal delivery
accompanied by sounds found by the mighty mighty derek p
witty with this artistry, the music is a part of me
priceless in persuasion, on occasion it’s been all of me
been at this for a while
lyrical miles i now jog
l.a. resident here to present a mic call
producer professional, heteros-xual tactics
ladies love the f (yes!)
it’s so automatic

[hook]
you (wanna make a million)
you (want to make a k!llin’)
you (wanna be the chillin’)
you (want that funny feelin’)
you (want that money spillin’)
you (want that platinum feelin’)
you (want the ride that’s k!llin’)
you (want a record dealin’)
you (wanna make a billion)
you (want to make a k!llin’)
you (wanna be the chillin’)
you (want that funny feelin’)
you (want that money spillin’)
you (want that platinum feelin’)
you (want the ride that’s k!llin’)

[verse 2: cookbook and ?]
learned to live off nothing
toured the u.s. in a van
just me, some dirty clothes, and the rest of my band
we play shows that pay us money that we never will see
’cause there’s gas and hotels so well we play for free
guess it’s fun havin’ pay rent for months and you need to call
probably won’t let me get a job ’cause i’m a semi rap star
i watch tv 24-7 like it’s helpin’ me breathe
i’m the king of my castle, so i never will leave

man in the [?]
i’m on the scene lookin’ clean
with them sick toned jeans while i lean up on the bean
kinda like james dean, but minus the cigarette
just in case you might give a hoot yes it’s in the flesh
dipped as always, feelin’ so astonishin’
maybe it’s the jack or, maybe it’s the jonathan
maybe it’s this wishes for the chips to still be prominent
or maybe it’s just somethin’ made up in my mind the whole time

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