I'll be leaving LA Stick my head out of the window and drive away Draggin' memories behind like honeymoon cans on the ground And if God knows I'll be back, he also knows I'll be glad to be gone Glad to be gone I'll be glad to be gone Glad to be gone Smoggy the lights of downtown On nights where you sweat your bed When you're out with all your flashy friends, a king without a crown But nights alone, you're a loser in your head Love the sunsets, the weekends, the big names on small screens Fuck the traffic, and ex-girlfriends, the school I couldn't leave Still, I got so much history either way I got too much history So I'm leaving LA Stick my head out of the window and drive away Draggin' memories behind like honeymoon cans on the ground And if God knows I'll be back, he also knows I'll be glad to be gone Glad to be gone I'll be glad to be gone Glad to be gone By the 110 at Expo There's a mercado whose comida blows your mind It's right next to the DMV And down the street the homeless people sleep outside How beauty always sleeps here: fear beside Love the concerts, the beach days, And getting high up in the hills Fuck the fashions, and the migraines But most of all, the memories, cuz I got so much history either way I got too much history here to stay