You say you might die if you don't leave LA
You know, I think you're not the first one to say that
But I like how you said, in those tomes you texted
The city is a diaspora onto itself
Kira, I won't say cheer up
But you're all I see, even in your black on black
Climb down the jacaranda
No matter what they tell you
Don't entertain em, that's the danger
So why pretend to love the sun?
Don't totally know what you mean, but I caught your drift
Why don't we run away the day we turn 18?
Kira, I won't say cheer up
But I've got a plan, I could tell it to you step by step