Los Angeles

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