I wanna make music
But it just don't make me money
I wanna sing songs
But that won't make it sunny
Here in Southern California
We're all making fools of ourselves
Working hard for this long
So I guess I'm never really going back
Got myself this far
Guess I should at least be proud of that
Working at a desk job
But barely make enough to pay my rent
And apparently to get somewhere
I gotta have more time
Gotta have more money
Gotta be a flirt if I want them to produce me
Gotta have the followers
To be taken seriously
Someday
If everyone knows my name
I pray I got there from an honest place
And not just for the fame
Someday
If everyone sings my songs
I hope their ones that I wrote from the heart
Not just to for the pay
Feels like I was born in
The wrong generation
IPhones aren't my thing
And neither is god damn instagram
But everyone's doing it
And I don't wanna fall behind again
And apparently to get somewhere
I gotta have a brand
Gotta have a fan base
Gotta be online every second of everyday
Gotta have a pretty face
Gotta give them what they want
Someday
If everyone knows my name
I pray I got there from an honest place
And not just for the fame
Someday
If everyone sings my songs
I hope their ones that I wrote from the heart
Not just to for the pay
I pray that if I make it
That I don't make it in vain
Well this sick world will chew you up
And it will spit you out
Faster than you thought
I swear to god
Fingers crossed
My hand on my heart
I'm wishing you, good luck
Here in Southern California
We're all just making fools of ourselves