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