Not enough love
The city of angels, it couldn’t be true
I see folks leaned over, crying turning blue
This city truly can’t be nothing that it seems
Most of us come here chasing our dreams
But at the end of the day
The rich always win
Not giving a fuck about who we are and where we’ve been
The pretty lights dance around us like we won
A game that has no end, and when it’s too late — we’re already done
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