Track #4 LAX

“LAX”

Executive Produced by REGO

Co Produced by SAN TRISTAN

Prod. by Decent Human Audio & Kwon Don

Mix & Engineered by Julian Harris

Mastered by Ryan Shwabe

Lyrics

My kryptonite, they ask we together I said who and I?

Really aint consider all these white lies, if they keep on asking there’s some mixed signs

Just pick a side

On your darkest days I let you be your wildest dreams/ I motivate like I ate the cake like I licked the cream

This aint no time and place we in public now so you wanting me?

Last time I made a move and felt the rush, a catastrophe

I popped off last weekend thats my bad/ I was travelling the future you’re my past

I tapped outta the weekend broke my fast/ Kicked me straight out the city to LAX

Straight outta the city to LAX/ Baby you kept all these issues under wraps round me

You got all these issues blame your ex/ They kicked me straight outta the city to LAX

LAX

(to LA)

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Oh this dance get me round you’re pinky round my pants

Oh this prance got me feeling sensations

Storming diabolical plans, you know I love a little action on the fence

Birdie came to my window, said my aims on point, left me with a little feeling and a dream

Birdie came to my window and said the fames got no point, focus on the problems not the game

My aims on point/ Whats your patterns what’s your problem/ Im on your court, oye hombre no peleas

Que flojo, Que floja X2

Venom on my teeth I cleaned up yesterday

Orange Basquiat cuz talk identity, check me

Butter on my heart I ate my loyal fate

Calibrate this landing to the highest place

My aims on point/ Whats your patterns what’s your problem/ Im on your court, oye hombre no peleas

Que flojo, Que floja, Que flojo

Oh this dance get me round you’re pinky round my pants

Oh this prance got me feeling sensations

Storming diabolical plans, you know I love a little action on the fence

I have been doing this fast the past couple of years to help recenter myself. Temptations are hard to resist and boy was this person making me fall back on my word. 😅
I moved school’s every year until middle school and when I was in the 9th grade my parents told me we were gonna move again cuz we couldn’t afford the neighborhood.
I believe that whenever you make space for God, they will meet you wherever you’re at. So, in a moment of angsty passion in my bedroom I prayed “God, please find us a new home in the same school district, and I will use my voice for you”. (My 26 yr old self is slightly cringing but this is an effort in being vulnerable). I continue “I want a sign that you hear me. If you hear me make a bird perch on my window sill”.
Ya’ll I SWEAR- a couple seconds later a bird showed up on my window sill, perched there- peeping in for a couple seconds.
Call this divine interaction, or an outrageous adolescent’s imagination- but, nevertheless, it left me with a dream.
Shoutout to my parents for always calling me floja- aka “lazy” lol. My first attempt at writing in Spanish had to include this chide I know all too well.