L.A. Concrete Jungle

Yeah, West Coast state of mind

Underneath the hazy sky Catch me driving down the boulevard Where the

palm trees line up like a guard From the valley down to

Venice beach Every single dream is within reach

(yeah, within reach)

Wake up to the marine layer clearing slow Hit the 405 where

the brake lights glow Angeles Crest looking down on the grid Thinking

'bout the crazy things we did as a kid From the street

art murals on Melrose Ave To the quiet little spots that the

locals have (unhunh)

Catch me driving down the boulevard Where the palm trees line up

like a guard From the valley down to Venice beach Every single

dream is within reach

(yeah, within reach)

Taquitos on Olvera, sunset in the hills Searching for the magic,

dodging all the bills Pink sky fading into deep purple night Golden

hour magic in the studio light We build our empires out of

dust and grace Nothing ever moves at a steady pace (hahaha)

Catch me driving down the boulevard Where the palm trees line up

like a guard From the valley down to Venice beach Every single

dream is within reach

(yeah,

within reach)

Just another day in the city of angels

(la la land)

Fade it out on the west side