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Ryan Oakes – DEAD LA lyrics
[Intro]
It's Ryan Oakes
Where's the blow at
[Verse 1]
Post nasal drip
Well you trying to get a grip
Well spend thousand on a fit
For a thousand on a pic
Life a bitch but you rich
Catch a Grammy watch it drift
Even on vacation you type to go and trip
You a trust fund baby with nobody you can trust
All your friends are all your enemy's 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 can never get enough
[Chorus]
So why don't you call your best friends and lets throw a party
Show all the people so close they know you only we can
[Bridge]
I don't think that I wanna die in LA
I just pray that I make it home safe
And if that's the price for all the
Money and fame that not a price that I'm not gonna pay
'Cause I met all my Idols are fucking lame and everyone 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
Their all superficial rich kids
That follow trends
Look at all my friends, look at all my friend
None of them will be there for me in the end
[Verse 2]
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 poor cardie and limes
But when shits on your mind there's hardly a [?]
Then you say look for help drop a bag fuck your wealth on a [?] You can brag but you still hate yourself sippin' on the top self
Until nothing is felt tell yourself that your fine when we all know you ain't well you need help
[Chorus]
I don't think that I wanna die in LA
I just pray that I make it home safe
And if that a cost for the money and fame
Then that's a price I'm not gonna pay
Cause I met all my idols are 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 friend
They'll give me more attention if I cop a Benz
Look at all my friends, look at all my friend
None of them will be there for me in the end
It's Ryan Oakes
Where's the blow at
[Verse 1]
Post nasal drip
Well you trying to get a grip
Well spend thousand on a fit
For a thousand on a pic
Life a bitch but you rich
Catch a Grammy watch it drift
Even on vacation you type to go and trip
You a trust fund baby with nobody you can trust
All your friends are all your enemy's 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 can never get enough
[Chorus]
So why don't you call your best friends and lets throw a party
Show all the people so close they know you only we can
[Bridge]
I don't think that I wanna die in LA
I just pray that I make it home safe
And if that's the price for all the
Money and fame that not a price that I'm not gonna pay
'Cause I met all my Idols are fucking lame and everyone 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
Their all superficial rich kids
That follow trends
Look at all my friends, look at all my friend
None of them will be there for me in the end
[Verse 2]
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 poor cardie and limes
But when shits on your mind there's hardly a [?]
Then you say look for help drop a bag fuck your wealth on a [?] You can brag but you still hate yourself sippin' on the top self
Until nothing is felt tell yourself that your fine when we all know you ain't well you need help
[Chorus]
I don't think that I wanna die in LA
I just pray that I make it home safe
And if that a cost for the money and fame
Then that's a price I'm not gonna pay
Cause I met all my idols are 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 friend
They'll give me more attention if I cop a Benz
Look at all my friends, look at all my friend
None of them will be there for me in the end
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