what's left of california
what's left of los angeles sidewalks cry
cause they're not as high shooting old
dope rich kid skies are a good disguise
lining our veins with hope
what did you get for free
and where you gonna sell it
why should i give a shit cover up your facelift what's left of my broken heart
what's left of los angeles
we got a new designe excess redefined
so you can dream it
we rewrote the standards
covered up the old scars
so you believe it scrape black tar
from a guilty lung throw a needle in your arm
cough up wrongs of the city stars
they didn't mean no harm
what were you supposed to be
and what did you turn into
we don't even need you here
but where you gonna run to good drugs
bad streets arms tied my world capsized with style i got a new plan get me outta here pretend sincere stumble
on words desperation
the warmth of a gun
last hundred years remember twenty four