[Intro] [police scanner crackle] Suspect headed westbound— Nah, fuck that. [low bass growl] Los Santos, baby. City of angels with blood on the wings. [Verse 1 - raspy rap-growl male vocal] I wake up broke in a borrowed suit With a black eye grin and a missing tooth Phone full of debts, trunk full of heat Blood on my Jordans, glass in the street Billboards smile like they know my name Everybody out here selling the same damn shame Preacher got paid, cop got bought I’m laughing like hell while the engine coughs [Pre-Chorus - female vocal, cold and taunting] Run, little sinner, run The city wants its cut Run, little sinner, run Till the wheels come off [Chorus - huge shouted/melodic hook] Los Santos bleeds when the sun goes down Neon saints in a stolen crown We don’t sleep, we don’t kneel We just burn what we can’t steal Los Santos screams when the sirens rise Red and blue in my bloodshot eyes You want heaven? Get on your knees This whole damn city was built to bleed [Verse 2 - faster rap-metal flow] I got a dead man’s watch and a rich man’s gun A three-star chase and a mouth full of rum Vinewood girls with the coke-bathroom eyes Say they love my soul while they check my ride Money talks, but it talks like shit Same fake smile, same gold-plated pit I been up three days, I been down for years Laughing at God through the rearview mirror [Pre-Chorus - female gang vocal] Run, little sinner, run The city wants its cut Run, little sinner, run Till the wheels come off [Chorus] Los Santos bleeds when the sun goes down Neon saints in a stolen crown We don’t sleep, we don’t kneel We just burn what we can’t steal Los Santos screams when the sirens rise Red and blue in my bloodshot eyes You want heaven? Get on your knees This whole damn city was built to bleed [Breakdown - slower, heavier] [tires screech] [police scanner distortion] Five stars. No brakes. Bad luck. Good aim. Five stars. No brakes. Bad luck. Good aim. [male vocal scream] I don’t need forgiveness— I need a clean fucking getaway! [Final Chorus - all vocals] Los Santos bleeds when the sun goes down Neon saints in a stolen crown We don’t sleep, we don’t kneel We just burn what we can’t steal Los Santos screams when the sirens rise Red and blue in my bloodshot eyes You want heaven? Get on your knees This whole damn city was built to bleed [Outro - exhausted vocal] Turn the radio off. I can still hear it.
