la - Kelsea Ballerini

I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA

Off the plane, paint my face in the car, park my heart at the valet

I watch the sun sink down over Santa Monica Boulevard

When I’m lonely and I’m missin' home

But other times, I feel like my blood is runnin' Cali

I’ve got some famous friends that I could call

But I don’t know if I’m cool enough

And what’s worse than spendin' time alone

Is one of them not pickin' up

It’s hard to grow and time to go

But some days, I wanna stay

I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA

(I've got a love and hate relationship with LA)

I wonder if I’ll get invited to the party

(I wonder if I’ll get invited to the party)

Yeah, and if I do, will I go?

If I go, will I know somebody?

(Will I know somebody?)

I’m on my third glass of wine tryin' to find conversation

In a room with bigger names

But other days, I’m lookin' out for real estate

Confetti’s fallin', friends are callin'

Saw me on the TV

But if I let down my hair in the ocean air

Will Tennessee be mad at me?

Yeah, I know it ain’t a one-way road

But sometimes, it feels that way

I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA

(I've got a love and hate relationship with LA)

Yeah, ooh, ooh

Yeah, ooh, ooh

And sometimes it feels like it’s all real

But nothin' here is as it seems

I ask myself, does it feed my soul or my anxiety?

Carpet’s red, ego’s fed, but it’s myself that I have to face

I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA

(I've got a love and hate relationship with LA)

(Yeah, ooh, ooh) I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA

(Yeah, ooh, ooh) I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA

(Yeah, ooh, ooh) I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA

(Yeah, ooh, ooh) I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA, LA