It Snows In LA

[Intro: Kurt Cobain]
I knew at the beginning that it would become just as boring as marijuana does. Like all drugs, after a few months, it's just as boring as breathing air, so I just don't wanna turn. I've always lied about it, because I never wanted- I didn't want to influence anybody

[Verse]
Keep talking that shit, I'll put bands on your head
Know they support of all what's in my head
Three xans [?] I'm slumped in my bed
Demons in my head, they needa be fed
Sippin' something more expensive than wine
Federal crisis, I'm still doing lines
Shorty worried about me, that's why she cryin'
Shorty worried about mе, I say I'm fine
I keep the blade and thе nine on my hip
Still keep it on me when I'm in the pit
This ain't yo bitch, she spend time at my crib
Deep it in her gut, she feel it in her ribs
Smokin' on loud pack lil' bitch, I can't hear
Beelzebub the only nigga I fear
I lost some homies and I lost some peers
Shinigami eyes, but I'm seein' clear, clear

[Chorus]
Two double cups in the back of the club, shorty wanna fuck Summer, I know (I know)
Two dirty sluts in the back of the trunk, fill the double barrel shotty, and blow (And blow)
Two dirty sluts in the back in the back of the club, fiending bad asking niggas for blow (For blow)
Livin' on the lane with yeezy get a tab and every Friday night it snow
Two double cups in the back of the club, shorty wanna fuck Summer, I know (I know)
Two dirty sluts in the back of the trunk, fill the barrel shotty, and blow (And blow)
Two dirty sluts in the back in the back of the club, fiending bad asking niggas for blow (For blow)
Livin' on the lane with yeezy get a tab and every Friday night it snow