To drive in LA Is the worst of my day And to drive in LA Is the best in the rain And to park for the shows I give up I'm going home There are girls in the world Staying wealthy by taking selfies And to be in a band in LA is as uncontrollable As it is a cliché And the blogs are the scariest They can fuck you up They can fuck you up I've seen bands get destroyed Now they think they're not creative enough They're not creative enough They're not creative enough We're not creative enough 'Cause we're not smart enough And these people They hate pop And these are people They love pop And now these people Since they hate pop All these people They seem to love it now Ha ha ha ha And the bars in LA Are the same everyday I don't drink I don't smoke Irish people hate me Hippies don't love me I wish I could speak To my cousins in French It's a shame 'Cause I could do it And I know it I guess I just don't care enough I just don't care enough I just don't care enough It's a shame I miss France I miss Le Cresout And I rub one out to fall asleep There's something beautiful about the sheets Understand when I say that I'm busy I'm busy doing nothing But that's something to me Ha ha ha ha I'm getting older It doesn't bother me I've been doing it for a while now Ha ha ha ha