I've got a love and hate relationship with LA
Off the plane, paint my face in the car, park my heart at the valet
I watch the sun sink down over Santa Monica Boulevard when I'm lonely and I'm missin' homeBut other times I feel like my blood is runnin' CaliI've got some famous friends that I could call
But I don't know if I'm cool enough
And what's worse than spendin' time alone
Is one of them not pickin' up
It's hard to grow and time to go
But some days I wanna stay
I've got a love and hate relationship with LA (I've got a love and hate relationship with LA)
I wonder if I'll get invited to the party (I wonder if I'll get invited to the party)
Yeah and if I do, will I go If I go, will I know somebody? (Will I know somebody?)
I'm on my third glass of wine tryin' to find conversation in a room with bigger names
But other days I'm lookin' up the real estateConfetti's fallin', friends are callin', saw me on the TV
But if I let down my hair in the ocean air, will Tennessee be mad at me?
Yeah I know it ain't a one-way road
But sometimes it feels that way
I've got a love and hate relationship with LA
Yeah, oooh
Yeah, oooh
Sometimes it feels like it's all real but nothin' here is as it seems
I ask myself does it feed my soul or my anxiety
Carpet's red, ego's fed, but it's myself that I have to face
I've got a love and hate relationship with LA (I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, yeah, oooh)
I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA (Yeah, oooh)
I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA (Yeah, oooh)
I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA (Yeah, oooh)
I've got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA
