Lyrics of '​la type (feat. Tommy Raps & Pink Siifu)' by Kimbra

I don't wanna be your lover
I don't wanna be your friend
Out here I've been seeing double
It's like everybody's out to win
Making the news, breaking the rules
Taking it way too far
Shoot for the stars, money and cars
Then smile for the camera

The Sun shines all year round
And everybody's got the time
To keep their teeth so white
If you're young, willing and able
Then all your dreams come true

All I'm saying is I don't wanna waste your time
Hate to break it to you
Hmm, I'm not your L.A. type
Woo, go on tеll me what you like
Boy, I'm 'bout to break down
Boy, I'm 'bout to–
Guеss I'm not that into fame and Hollywood too
Bright lights on the Boulevard
Don't stop!
You know you can get it any way you like
Hate to break it to you
Hmm, I'm not your L.A. type

It's not that I don't understand
It's just that I can't handle it
When you pull up in your damndest
Damn, the guest list's full up
You use and choose your charm
I'm like candy on your arm
And I can see right through what you do straight to who you are
I can't do the poses
Chateau Marmont moments
You just want the best and you should do your best, yeah
Tryna start a movement
Too cool that you lose it
Boy you got me smelling that shit from miles away

The Sun shines all year round
And everybody's got the time
To keep their teeth so white
If you're young, willing and able
Then all your dreams come true

All I'm saying is I don't wanna waste your time
Hate to break it to you
Hmm, I'm not your L.A. type
Woo, go on tell me what you like
Boy, I'm 'bout to break down
Guess I'm not that into fame and Hollywood too
Bright lights on the Boulevard
Don't stop!
You know you can get it any way you like
Hate to break it to you
Hmm, I'm not your L.A. type

Babe, it's really facts that opposites attract like magnets
I told this city girl that life's a beach and she ain't into that
She say she know the roles
When bumpin' elbows with those
That you meet outside of shows
In fake hoe scenarios
Where everyone's professional
I'm sayin it's a special way of living out here on the coast
Might not have it all, but yeah, you gotta brag or boast
Can't act like
You ain't into bright lights
And nice ice and fine wines
And Chrome pipes and hard drugs
For long nights, I'm wrong, right?
Playing, playing, playing
Let me ask you if you actually
Think your side is different like y'all immune to capping magically
See everybody wanna be something that makes us wannabes
But somewhere down the line you start to become what you're gonna be

Can't win, go get it, I'm here
Can't beat it, jump in, that is real
Can't fear, can't figure, same pictures turn old
When you stare too long at the mirror
Palm trees, cali trees, the west agenda
Kimbra hit me, we like everybody out
The win ion even see what's competition
Shout out my real L.A. hittas
But that holly weird, that's word, I feel
Kinfolk close, that's brother, that's sister
Big rims, nice car, gold grills, yeah
All I remember
'Cause had the switches, west life different
Too little to far to reach up, like
To speak up
I pulled up with the speakers out of the pocket, like
Fly parking with the beeper
Knocking heads, stepping ya
I'm a lil' too retro, yeah
Head to the feet my big halo, yeah
Lost with them all
Angels on tha west coast
But everybody wanna be a star
Go on try and the play guitar