Los Angeles Bryce Vine

I'm part of the last generation that remembers Tamagatchi's
Roller-rinkin', hockey playin', hangin' with the Cosby's
I feel like I'm drinking just to keep myself from thinking how my generation lost me
Alcoholic offspring
Rollin' through the city with some model from the club
Born in Oklahoma, now she Hollywood as fuck
Told me she don't wanna model now she wanna be an actress
I'm just trying to 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
Talkin' bout the same shit
We just speaking very different languages
Hey
I don't know what the fuck I'm doin 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 doin here
But that's okay
I feel alone for the first time
I look for answers in novels
I keep it 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 of the classless
And wow I hate it, maybe just enough to vacate it
Cause the more I learned in Los Angeles the less I think about stayin
In awhile, In awhile, In awhile
We just speaking very different languages