L.A. City Slum - Dead Sara

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 my man

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