L.A.'s full of psychopathic drivers
Some goin' too fast, others goin' too slow
Not using blinkers, not using thinking
Whether sober or whether drinking
They are texting and they're talking
Almost killing, for jaywalking
It's a tough one, to drop your brother off
Or your sister, or your father, or your mother off
At the airport, for a flight back
To your hometown where there's only white kids
It's a drug den, that's what ___ said
Then almost half those folks voted for him
And still, it's getting hotter
I wonder how long until L.A.'s underwater
We'll still be in traffic, just in submarines
Listen to podcasts and payin' too little for gasoline
