Los Angeles – Bryce Vine

I’m part of the last generation that remembers Tamagotchis
Roller rink and hockey playing hanging with the Cosby’s
I feel link I’m drinking just to keep myself from thinking how my generation lost me
Alcoholic offspring
Rolling through the city with some model from the club
Born in Oklahoma now she Hollywood as fuck
Tell me she don’t wanna model now she wanna be an actress
I’m just tryna introduce her to my mattress

But oh my god it’s that summertime state
The reaper ’round the corner
The water feel great
And I’m supposed to be like all these other niggas talking ’bout the same shit
We just speaking very different languages

Hey
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here!
But that’s okay
I feel alone for the first time!
And I’m like hey
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here!
But that’s okay
I feel alone for the first time!

I look for answers in novels I keep at home on my dresser
Never the favorite of students, coaches, and college professors
Bread, yeast, and Nellis, and Creighton
Get me through all the days
When I feel like I wanna blow my spirit away
So caught in the madness
So stuck in the moment
So numb to the cold, it’s so lavish
Tip-top of the palace
Upward class list
And wow, I hate it
Maybe just enough to vacate it
Cause the more I learn in Los Angeles
The less I think about staying
So

Oh my god it’s that summertime state
The reaper ’round the corner
The water feel great
And I’m supposed to be like all these other niggas talking ’bout the same shit
We just speaking very different languages

Hey
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here!
But that’s okay
I feel alone for the first time!
And I’m like hey
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here!
But that’s okay
I feel alone for the first time!

In a while
In a while
In a while
We just speaking very different languages

Hey
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here!
But that’s okay
I feel alone for the first time!
And I’m like hey
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here!
But that’s okay
I feel alone for the first time!