Ain't In LA by ADÉLA

Artist: ADÉLA

Genre: Pop

Length: 3:05

An anthem to unity, inclusivity and internationality, “Ain’t In LA” serves as the third single to ADÉLA’s highly-anticipated debut studio album, PRIMA. Placed on the tracklist as the 11th track (& the closer of the project overall), it elaborates on the creativity and beauty that is encompassed in people coming from various backgrounds, especially the more overlooked places. This track continues from the previous two singles to delve further into ADÉLA’s roots, introducing more sides of her ...

Ain't In LA lyrics

Uh, back it up, subwoofers in the trunk
And the, uh, gemstones in the teeth, goin' dumb
And the, uh, light the cigarette with the propane
Uh, Honda Civic doin' donuts in the rain
Uh, back it up, subwoofers in the trunk
And the, uh, gemstones in the teeth, goin' dumb
And the, uh, light the cigarette with the propane
Uh, Honda Civic doin' donuts in the rain
She shares a room with her younger brother
Clothes secondhand from her best friend's mother
Cut 'em all up, yeah, she got her own style
Madonna on the wall, next to Destiny's Child
And she's all that
'Cause she knows she's beautiful, uh
And she's taught that
Her dreams don't live at home
Maybe tonight, we don't gotta run away
It's all a lie, the baddest bitches ain't in LA
Enjoy the ride, I know that you might wanna escape
It's all a lie, the baddest bitches ain't in LA
Uh, back it up, subwoofers in the trunk
And the, uh, gemstones in the teeth, goin' dumb
And the, uh, light the cigarette with the propane
Uh, Honda Civic doin' donuts in the rain
All the girls in them unknown cities
You're so unique and your face so pretty
Don't look like anyone, you're not just anyone
I'd rather be a nobody than to be like everyone
And you're all that
'Cause you know you're beautiful, uh
And you're taught that
Your dreams don't live at home
Maybe tonight, we don't gotta run away
It's all a lie, the baddest bitches ain't in LA
Enjoy the ride, I know that you might wanna escape
It's all a lie, the baddest bitches ain't in LA
Uh, back it up, subwoofers in the trunk
And the, uh, gemstones in the teeth, goin' dumb
And the, uh, light the cigarette with the propane (yeah, yeah, oh-oh) ( yeah, yeah, oh-oh))
Uh, Honda Civic doin' donuts in the rain
Maybe tonight (uh)
We don't gotta run away (uh, no)
It's all a lie (uh)
Oh, the baddest bitches ain't in LA (uh)