Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead LA, artist - Ryan Oakes. Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead LA |
| It’s Ryan Oakes |
| Where’s the blow at |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |