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Alexis Suarez - Thinking Bout La Lyrics

Thinking Bout LA Lyrics:
(I'm flying home thinking bout LA
And I don't even wanna land.)

The city of angles
Might just lead me to my grave
But it’s okay
I think I'd rather go this way
I seen the other side of this shit
I seen the other side of this shit
But when they ask me
I'll say

Verse 1:
I done seen my people turn they crib to restaurants
The bottom feeders, out here serve the upper-echelon
Movin forward, passing the rock, to the next Lebron
But they all stagnant, I can't let them shake me
Had some squares in my circle
I couldn't let them shape me
I feel defeated, when my problems waist deep
I feel belemic food thought don't phase we
Gang sings what I throw up/
So what?
We torn apart, like the money posed to sow us
(it's posed to show us)
A king at heart I can't see what they gone show us
(Imma show em)
Kingdom hearts I key like i'm the chauffer ayee!
I got drive so I'm all up in skkkrrtt!
It's about who did it best, not did it first
I got patience, but some scars, I'll never nurse
Bringman, together in case some London women heard
My
Open wounds, are the reason I got alcohol
Stayed away from dog food, became the alfpha dog
Right now I’d open tombs, for the faces after all
I ain't on the come down pull up yeah get at me
Chorus:
The city of angles
Might just lead me to my grave
But it’s okay
I think I'd rather go this way
I seen the other side of this shit
I seen the other side of this shit
But when they ask me
I'll say
I'm flying home thinking bout LA
And I don't even wanna land
When my head above the clouds dawg
Is when the world in my hands
Ain't a thing you can tell me
Ain't a thing you can tell me

Verse 2:
I was
Ego trippin til the acid kick in
U know what I mean
Still im just your average nigga
And still you point them fingers at me
When I have my shot I pray I dont trigger happy
Cuz then I’ll be in the cell in this anotomy
But I’ll make sure to wish you well when they warrant catastrophe
Its ironic
I get Locked in the stu
As a way out
I ain't wit the theatrics
Look how it played out
You
Ain't bring shit to the table
But got ya plate out
You
Got me feeling like plato
Hoping i dont plateau
I move on my sayso
I Shoot my shot Klay tho
It's my time bitch im Kranos
And to the grave where I cradle
Like it's 03, you plain jane
Can't wait til my Jet Lee
Always OT
Hometown still Respect me
Pure blood Blade on me like Wesley
Had to butcher, the friendships,-
That made me cut throat
They tried to stab me in the back
Had No luck tho
These dead folk only things that's givin cuts hoe and still
Hook:
The city of angles
Might just lead me to my grave
But it’s okay
I think I'd rather go this way
I seen the other side of this shit
I seen the other side of this shit
But when they ask me
I'll say
Im flying home thinking bout La
And I dont even wanna land
When my head above the clouds dawg
Is when the world in my hands
Ain't a thing you can tell me