"L.A. City Slum" as written by Emily Marcia Armstrong, Sean William Friday, Susan Mae Elizabeth Medley and Chris Null....
I got nothing to prove
What's up with you?
Does it turn you on what it takes to come
A sea of wounds is enough to cry about
See you later in the L.A. city slum

My baby carried by the sun
My baby don't give two fucks about love
Is the lies made for good conversation

I don't know him by name
But I shot him dead
The leaves on the ground leave lines on the pavement
If any these songs got enough to cry about
Pleasure to meet you in the L.A. city slum

My baby buried in the sand
My baby don't give two fucks about love
Is the lies made for good conversation

Oh, my baby buried in the sand
Love is the lies made for good conversation

I don't care what I don't know about
I don't care what I don't know about
I don't care what I don't know about
I don't care what I don't know about love


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L.A. City Slum song meanings
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