It's 9 O'clock on Monday morning and I'm late
I stayed up drinking with the girls in Silver Lake
With no makeup on I get into my car
And then I drive into the freeway parking lot

They say I'm lazy, I'm always late
Full of excuses, I'm from LA
They say I'm careless, can't find my way
Crazy and precious, I'm from LA

I'm all hung over feels like nails inside my head
It's getting hot the sweat is dripping down my legs
The air conditioner still broken from the quake
And I'm melting like a wax doll in the flames
(Here in LA)

They say I'm lazy, I'm always late
Full of excuses, I'm from LA
They say I'm careless, can't find my way
Crazy and precious, I'm from LA

The radio says sig alert throughout the five
I'm right behind an ugly Saab with broken lights
I put my makeup on while Betty's on the line
With nothing else to do it helps me pass the time

They say we're lazy, we're always late
Full of excuses, we're from LA
They say we're careless, can't find our way
Crazy and precious, we're from LA


Lyrics submitted by Jaex

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