You Belong with Me
City of Angels 24kGoldn is a rapper, singer, and composer from San Francisco, who, Inat the age of 19, was attending the University of Southern California, so maybe the name of the album this song comes from Dropped Outta College is premature. Once again, the title of the song refers to the literal translation of the Spanish language name for the city of Los Angeles, the city where the song's protagonist is addicted to designer clothes. The song is an interesting mix of hip-hop and alternative, and it's even getting airplay on alternative stations that wouldn't dare play straight up hip-hop. This song is from their album In My Tribe. See them walking, if you dare oh, if you call that walking.
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I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste. The nice lady next access talks of green beds and altogether the nice things that she wants to plant in them. I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn after that radishes. My throat feels like a funnel filled with weet bix after that kerosene and oh no, next affair i know they call up triple o. I get adrenalin straight en route for the heart, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start. I abide a hit from an asthma puffer.