Paper chasers and speed racers
Pill poppers with their lip fillers
I don't mind the cigarette intake
If I've got a place to cry
Party invaders and expensive liquor
And gold diggers with a 100 dollar fingers
They pretend like they don't know your name
When they've met you many times
Should I start an only fans to get on my feet
Cause I don't have followers or a rich daddy
And all those friendly faces at all the same parties
But you still got nobody, nobody, nobody yeah
They say
Land of your dreams, but I just can't seem to get on
This LA LA type beat, This LA LA type beat
Fakeness on screen, and that's what it means to be on
This LA LA type beat, This LA LA type
Beat, LA type beat
Blunts, beamers, and lsdreamers
And clout seekers who are just following their leaders
And if you're not trying to be just like them
You don't even catch their eye
Cause if 130 pounds is considered obese
And they tell you you're a whore, with only 2 bodies
Then why the hell put ourselves through misery
Just to make it in this city, this city, this broken city
Land of your dreams, but I just can't seem to get on
This LA LA type beat, This LA LA type beat
Fakeness on screen, and that's what it means to be on
This LA LA type beat
Land of your dreams, but I just can't seem to get on
This LA LA type beat, This LA LA type beat
Fakeness on screen, and that's what it means to be on
This LA LA type beat, This LA LA type
Beat, LA type beat
Paper chasers and speed racers
Pill poppers with their lip fillers
I don't mind the cigarette intake
If I've got a place to cry