Run Off to L.A. Songtext
von Kid Rock
Run Off to L.A. Songtext
One, two, one, two, three, four
Ohh, yeah, yeah
This here ain′t no love song and it ain't for you
It′s for the folks who relate to what I've been going through
It's for the forty hour overtimer working man
And to the good women out there, I know you′ll understand
Why don′t you run off to L.A. and lose your mind?
Get some energy doctor to tell you everything is fine
We can still be friends like you talk about
But first give me back them pearls
And the keys to my fucking house, get out
They say all we need is just a little patience
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance, yeah
I'm hating to admit it even if it′s your wife
Tell her pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh yeah
It's a classic line, baby, I just wanna be friends
But baby, my friends don′t have keys to my Mercedes Benz, no
I think I know what you mean, you wanna talk and such
Tell me all your problems but we don't fuck, ain′t that right?
I had plenty of friends 'fore I met you, I don't need no more
So now I think it′s time you started heading out for the door
And even though I feel real bad tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh, yeah
They say all we need is just a little patience, yeah
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance, I know
I′m hating to admit it even if it's your wife
Tell her pack your bags and take the first train out of my life
Ohh, ohh
Why don′t you run off to L.A. and lose your mind?
You got fifteen minutes and I think you're wasting time, yeah
It′s easy to see when you've lost your mind
But here I′ll be when you decide to come back blind, ooh
You were a midwest girl who say she like to drink beer and hang
And now you're walking red carpets, talking New York hip hop slang
And even though I might break down and cry tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh, yeah, yeah
Why don't you run off to L.A., why don′t you run off to L.A.?
Why don′t you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don′t you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don′t you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don′t you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Ohh, yeah, yeah
This here ain′t no love song and it ain't for you
It′s for the folks who relate to what I've been going through
It's for the forty hour overtimer working man
And to the good women out there, I know you′ll understand
Why don′t you run off to L.A. and lose your mind?
Get some energy doctor to tell you everything is fine
We can still be friends like you talk about
But first give me back them pearls
And the keys to my fucking house, get out
They say all we need is just a little patience
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance, yeah
I'm hating to admit it even if it′s your wife
Tell her pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh yeah
It's a classic line, baby, I just wanna be friends
But baby, my friends don′t have keys to my Mercedes Benz, no
I think I know what you mean, you wanna talk and such
Tell me all your problems but we don't fuck, ain′t that right?
I had plenty of friends 'fore I met you, I don't need no more
So now I think it′s time you started heading out for the door
And even though I feel real bad tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh, yeah
They say all we need is just a little patience, yeah
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance, I know
I′m hating to admit it even if it's your wife
Tell her pack your bags and take the first train out of my life
Ohh, ohh
Why don′t you run off to L.A. and lose your mind?
You got fifteen minutes and I think you're wasting time, yeah
It′s easy to see when you've lost your mind
But here I′ll be when you decide to come back blind, ooh
You were a midwest girl who say she like to drink beer and hang
And now you're walking red carpets, talking New York hip hop slang
And even though I might break down and cry tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh, yeah, yeah
Why don't you run off to L.A., why don′t you run off to L.A.?
Why don′t you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don′t you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don′t you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don′t you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
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