La Story

	  		L.A. Story by Sammy Adams featuring Mike Posner 
 
 


Intro: Mike Posner 
                            Am 
I’m waking up on Sunset Boulevard 
                   C 
Maxing out all my credit cards 
                G          Am 
Living my own LA story 
              G             D 
Living it up ’til the morning 

verse 1: Sammy Adams 
(G C Am D) 
Sammy 
I’m not trying to show you love and affection 
I’m trying to live the life a kid always expected 
Over on Sunset, finished a couple sessions 
One foot in the door, one in the hills, questions 
Angels in leather, I ain’t talking ’bout the motor club 
But I tend to go hella hard when I go to clubs 
Minibar murder, I’m on Denzel’s flight 
With a stewardess that wants to f*ck the whole damn night 
Who cares what they all say 
Try’na find some girls like Hov did with Beyonce 
Had you for a week but I heard you say fiance 
Na na, none of that girl 

Pre-Chorus 
            Am                             G 
I fell in love, the streets got a glow 
                 C                             D 
The city of angels is calling me home 

And she said, and she said uh 

Chorus: Mike Posner 
I’m waking up on Sunset Boulevard 
Maxing out all my credit cards 
Living my own LA story 
Living it up ’til the morning 
We’ll be taking shots under the stars 
Living off of hotel minibars 
Living our own LA story 
Living it up, living it up 
We living it up 

verse 2: Sammy Adams 
Everybody’s a model or a wannabe 
If you’re that bad it’s in Paris where you ought’a be 
She’s an actress, working on the late shift 
Only longs for a big break as a waitress 
Walk the strip, see the fashion getting wacky now 
Out the door, passing out 
Hit the floor, Pacquiao 
Credit card at the bar never closing out 
But the weather’s so nice, nobody slowing down 
Well except for the 101 
Gotta SUV stuck in traffic with a ton of buds 
I can promise you tonight’s gon’ be a ton of fun 
Know that C-C-C-C 

Pre-Chorus 
‘Cause I fell in love, the streets got a glow 
The city of angels is calling me home 

Chorus 
And she said, and she said uh 
I’m waking up on Sunset Boulevard 
Maxing out all my credit cards 
Living my own LA story 
Living it up ’til the morning 
We’ll be taking shots under the stars 
Living off of hotel minibars 
Living our own LA story 
Living it up, living it up 
We living it up 

Bridge: Mike Posner 
No Chords 
Upper Edge Cafe like Vinny Chase 
She got a big booty, itty bitty skinny waist 
Henny straight, everyday summer 
Never on the sheets like you’re on top of the cover 
Every day when I’m away look at the toe so 
Look at the cops, don’t even care, you can just blow smoke 
I’m Robin Hood on the beat 
I get paid in LA and give it back to the D 

Pre-Chorus 
I fell in love, the streets got a glow 
The city of angels is calling me home 

And she said, and she said uh 

Chorus 
I’m waking up on Sunset Boulevard 
Maxing out all my credit cards 
Living my own LA story 
Living it up ’til the morning 
We’ll be taking shots under the stars 
Living off of hotel minibars 
Living our own LA story 
Living it up, living it up 
We living it up