My Trip To L.A.

As I touch down at L.A.X, The heat surrounds me, like I was wearing a vest, as i get off the plane, i got to remember, this life's a test, I wonder what the trip, has instore for me, ahead, I got to be at my best, make my bed, i implore to see, the good times, ten times, or enough said, at least with that kind of vibe, when I'm wed, I'm gonna bring her along, the next time, for a visit to L.A.X. The next time I visit, I may bring the boys, we'll get fucked-up, bring some noise, to the occasion, but lets see how this trip goes first, it could be amazing, or blow dirt, I take a time to chill, laid back, as I catch a lift, from the plane to the terminal, time to set drift, and enjoy some summer sun, can't wait to get pissed, later on in the bars on Sunset boulevard, it's that I miss. Summer-sun, time to catch one, ray here, and there, One more ray and I'm done. On my trip to L.A. You can say this, you can say that, about the way ahead, about the high-hat, on this track, ive just touched down in L.A, enough of the bullshit talk now, emogh of that crap, I arrive at the terminal, go down some stairs, pick up my bags, go through security, come out the gate, look for my driver, cos not having a driver is wack, say goodbye to the mither, cos I'm on holiday, for a while, anyway, ye, I feel like a mack, for today, at least, it's time, to chill, and lay back. I see my driver holding a card, with my name upon it, do you think I'm tard, I'm getting with that, I'm getting in the car, take me to the hotel driver, it ain't far.