Verse 1 I’m a red dirt drifter, boots scarred from the clay, Dropped in this jungle they call LA. Oat milk in my coffee? That ain’t milk, I reckon, Oats don’t got nipples, y’all messin’ with my head, son. Pre-Chorus Kombucha flights and candles with a prayer, Farmers market’s a circus, patchouli in the air. Chorus Wild LA, where the kale’s got a soul, I’m a fish outta water, but I’m keepin’ my roll. From raw almond jerky to goats in a sweater, I’m laughin’ through the madness, this heart’s gettin’ better. Grounded in the holler, but I’m ridin’ this wave, Singin’ my truth in the heart of Wild LA! Verse 2 Celery smoothies run eleven bucks a pop, Mushrooms get a massage ‘fore they hit the shop. Man bun’s pluckin’ banjo, bought it off the ‘net, But them bruised-up apples? That’s the realest I’ve met. Pre-Chorus Charcoal lavender brew, moonlight in a glass, I’m dodgin’ astral vibes, holdin’ onto my sass. Chorus Wild LA, where the kale’s got a soul, I’m a fish outta water, but I’m keepin’ my roll. From raw almond jerky to goats in a sweater, I’m laughin’ through the madness, this heart’s gettin’ better. Grounded in the holler, but I’m ridin’ this wave, Singin’ my truth in the heart of Wild LA! Bridge Met a goat named Harold, sportin’ knitwear fine, Chewin’ like a sage, got me losin’ my mind. Shay’s wheezin’ laughter, says I’m too much sense, But this crazy town’s spark’s breakin’ down my defense. Chorus Wild LA, where the kale’s got a soul, I’m a fish outta water, but I’m keepin’ my roll. From raw almond jerky to goats in a sweater, I’m laughin’ through the madness, this heart’s gettin’ better. Grounded in the holler, but I’m ridin’ this wave, Singin’ my truth in the heart of Wild LA! Outro (Fiddle rips, upbeat strum) Wild LA, with Harold’s sweater in view, This red dirt boy’s found a home in the zoo.
