Blake Banks - Los Angeles (Official Audio)

Stream “Los Angeles” by Blake Banks now from your favorite streaming service. Perfect for your Summer, Night Cruise, Travel, Top 40, Outlaw Country, Alt Rap, Indie Pop, Stoner Vibe, Motivational, or Workout Playlists.

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/los-angeles-single/1572586095
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/33D9VnYnI144MhbKtrm2u8?si=jzCKVioCQayQOi5pYZphrw&dl_branch=1
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/blakebanks/los-angeles

Artist: Blake Banks
Music Produced by : The Ambulance Factory
Visualizer Shot by: ikilledKiki
Visualizer Edited by: Liam Walsh
Album Artwork by: John Sick

The Outlaw King is back with another Risky Business hit, “Los Angeles”. This record is as groovy as it gets once the blues guitar and catchy psychedelic references take you out of this world. Inspired by Arlo Guthries’ 1969 hit “Coming into Los Angeles”, and true to the 70’s sub-genre roots this single blends rock, folk, and country rhythms with deep chill pop introspective melodies. Standing up for our rights through his unconventional lyrics Banks reminds you that it's good to be a rebel. “Won’t let me smoke my weed”, Blake sings passionately, calling for drug reformation around the world for those incarcerated on non-violent crimes. It is the rebellious, free spirited, fun loving nature of his music that has all ladies loving outlaws like Blake Banks. Follow Blake Banks via his instagram, twitter, &/or facebook for exclusive sneak peeks of him filming the video for this banger. You don’t wanna miss the making of what is said to be his “best music video of all time”.

Lyrics:
Chorus: 
Headed back from Los Angeles, with a backpack full of P’s
Always got somewhere to be 
Please don’t touch my bag mister customs man
Wont let me roll my weed 
Burn the forest smoke the trees
On my way back overseas
Please don’t touch my bag mister customs man

Verse: 
I should be in movies but this ain’t no act
Ima crack his skull wit a baseball bat like I’m joe Pesci 
Nah ion kiss and tell cause these hoes messy
Mullet hangin down my neck she say I’m so sexy 
I don’t need no Rollie cause I’m always on time 
Wake up in the morning I got money on my mind
Acid in my system feel it drippin down my spine 
Gotta smile on my face you’d think everything was fine
Sweating like a sinner in church
From the 15th to the first
Thought that life couldn’t get any worse
Told the plug cmon gimme some work
Headed back from Los Angeles, with a backpack full of P’s
Always got somewhere to be 
Please don’t touch my bag mister customs man
Wont let me roll my weed 
Burn the forest smoke the trees
On my way back overseas
Please don’t touch my bag mister customs man

Verse:
There’s a guy with a ticket to Mexico and no he couldn’t look much stranger 
Walking through the hall with his things and all
Smilin said he was the Lone Ranger 
Gotta hip woman walking on a movin floor trippin on an escalator 
There’s a man In line and she’s blowin his mind thinkin that he’s already made her 
Uh, California dreamin up and down the coast 
Bought sum Keys from overseas and we stuffed em in a boat 
And it’s a bandemic baby I ain’t goin broke 
I’ll pull up to the Vatican and do business with the Pope 
Last night she heard me talk in my sleep
Day dreamin,I sleep walk thru the streets
I like to party wit the zombies and freaks
Woke up in the morning there was blood on the sheets 

Chorus:
Headed back from Los Angeles, with a backpack full of P’s
Always got somewhere to be 
Please don’t touch my bag mister customs man
Wont let me roll my weed 
Burn the forest smoke the trees
On my way back overseas
Please don’t touch my bag mister customs man