Ode To LA by The Bins Lyrics

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Take the 7-10 south til it runs out
Then hit the coast feel the breeze
And proceed to stick your tongue out

Feel the sun rays
Every days a sunday
Backyard barbecue
Might be a little gun play

All in all were just having a ball
Last call for alcohol
Better hit the bathroom stall

Let it all out like its the last round of a title bout
This the weekend we throw the bible out
Party rocker moves, Tom cruise with the socks one
On the couch, lucky charms til the pots gone
Keep it going all night til the morning
No sleep no snoring, keep raging keep roaring
Can hardly move cause your a party hardy dude
Scrounging for food from last nights barbecue
After spring break we can start a clean slate
Work out and lose weight from all the booze we drank
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Feel the sun rays, everyday
Feels like a sunday here in LA
Might be some gunplay but its ok
Just close your eyes and feel the breeze
And let it fade all away

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Orale, heres an ode to LA
Welcome to my humble abode enjoy your stay
Surrounded by beaches, palm trees and free mays
Bikinis and bombshells the whole cliche
The writers and surf racks
The smell of sex wax
Parties locked down the block
Keep the street packed
The sun sets in the west
Drops in the pacific
She can get explicit with every boy you visit
Now I can get specific and do some big shit

Tell you everything you want to hear
Bend your ear
But around here we keep our lips zipped
Punk rock, reggae, hip hop, a bunch of misfits
Burners and biscuits
Close in arms reach
And I ain't gotta preach on how I love long beach
Its my look, what I eat
My slang, my speech
Barefoot in the streets
Quicksand on my feet
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