dead la

Singer:oakes, ryan

it's ryan oakes

where's the blow at?

post nasal drip

while you try to get a grip

spend a thousand on a fifth

for a thousand on a pic

life a bitch but you rich

cop a grammy

watch it drift

homie even on vacation

you the type to go and trip

you a trust fund baby

with nobody you can trust

all your friends are all your enemies

and that's the deepest cut

i can see it in your face

i'm the type to call your bluff

you addicted to this shit

and you could never get enough

why don't you call your best friends

and let's have a party

full of all the people so close

they know you only )

i don't think that i wanna die in la

i just pray that i make it home safe

and if that's the cost for the money and fame

then that's a price that i'm not gonna pay

'cause all i met all my idols

they're fucking lame

everybody i looked up to is fucking fake

so i don't think that i wanna die in la

and give these people a heart they'll just break

look at all my friends

look at all my friends

they're all superficial

rich kids who follow trends

look at all my friends

look at all my friends

none of them will be there

for me in the end

i know your type

you just follow the hype

post a pic and get likes

with your friends you don't like

at the party all night

with bacardi and lines

but when shit's on your mind

then there's hardly a line

then you said look for help

drop a bag

fuck your wealth

on a fad

you can brag

but you still hate yourself

sipping on the top shelf

until nothing is felt

tell yourself that you're fine

we all know you ain't well

you need help

i don't think that i wanna die in la

i just pray that i make it home safe

and if that's the cost for the money and fame

then that's a price that i'm not gonna pay

'cause all i met all my idols they're fucking lame

everybody i looked up to is fucking fake

so i don't think that i wanna die in la

and give these people a heart they'll just break

look at all my friends

look at all my friends

they'll give me more attention

if i cop a benz

look at all my friends

look at all my friends

none of them will be there

for me in the end

Lyric Context: dead la - oakes, ryan