LA PARTIES

I'm so sick of these LA parties

Too many bodies tryna fit in one room (Yeah)

Almost spilled my cup tryna dap me up

'Cause he said that we met last June

And I don't want any more shots, already fucked up

So don't pour nothing else inside my cup (No)

I'm so sick of these LA parties

Get me out of this mess

3 AM, fucked up, rather be in my bed (Be in my bed)

Instead, I'm at a house in the hills

And I miss my hometown friends (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, call it the city of angels

That's 'cause everyone's dead (Dead)

There ain't no real ones left

I'm so sick of these LA parties

Too many bodies tryna fit in one room (Yeah)

Almost spilled my cup tryna dap me up

'Cause he said that we met last June

And I don't want any more shots, already fucked up

So don't pour nothing else inside my cup (No)

I'm so sick of these LA parties

I should've stayed at home (Oh no)

But I been cooped up in the crib since you've been gone (Yeah, yeah)

Thought a drink would kill the pain, but I was wrong (So wrong, so wrong)

80 proof, no chase, but it still ain't strong enough (Yeah)

And now I'm still thinking of (Oh)

The way it was, and how it ended

Wrote a text, but I still ain't send it

Said some shit, now I regret it

I'm faded, and my phone is almost dead (Oh)

(Oh, oh no)

I'm so sick of these LA parties

Too many bodies tryna fit in one room (Yeah)

Almost spilled my cup tryna dap me up

'Cause he said that we met last June

And I don't want any more shots, already fucked up

So don't pour nothing else inside my cup (No)

I'm so sick of these LA parties (LA parties)

I'm so sick of these—

I'm so sick of these LA parties