Bubble Trouble ft. Anj Khosla Lyrics

Meet me on Rodeo

All the creeps and the dweebs are bringing me down

I love LA, but the most bogus stuff happens here

I touch myself cause I'm hot and I'm ready to go

I'm sick and tired of staying at home

I'm out on the open road

Cause these blades were made to roll

Maxing out these credit cards

Can't tell these shopping bags apart

Not going home, yes I'm going hard

Down on the boulevard

Nobody walks in LA

Don't need no fur coat

Cause it's a hundred and three

And I'm out on the strip and I'm all that every eye can see

Why don't you take a picture?

It'll last longer

I'll roll right over your dreams

This is why I love LA

High off the key lime

Palms on the fault line

Moms sipping poolside

What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?

Stuck on the freeway

Jammed up in LA

FM DJ

What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?

That is, like, one bitchin' Camaro

Out here in the limelight

For everybody to see

But no one sees the empty room behind the silver screen

It's gonna roll right over your dreams

So what does your dad do?

Oh my god, is that Jan-Michael Vincent?

Oh my god!

Pop out the ice tray

Shots on your birthday

Taco Tuesday

What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?

(Hey!)

(Hey!)

(Hey!)

Crop tops and flip-flops

G-spots and f-stops

Screenplays and headshots

What do you do when the hot tub calls for you?

Ugh, whatever

Oh my god, you're such a loser!