Crying in California

Oh I heard about the blonde overdose
About the rich lips oh and the fake love
Or driving hope speeding into nowhere (yeah)
I’ll admit I was a little bit scared…
But it doesn’t matter how the grapes grow baby
Don’t grow them just to make money
Moms soap’s sticking to my tongue like honey
I refuse to get dirty…
I might be
Crying, but I’m crying in California
When I’m flying, I’m flying in California
No it doesn’t matter where you come from
No it’s about making your way to the place you dream about
Crying, but I’m crying in California
Oh it feels like I’m in production
People don’t play my songs
They play my emotions
And my fists are bruised from
Every door I knock knock knock on
They tell me in LA dreams grow to die
But they still grow to make money (they still grow to make money)
And I’m living life on a fault line
Earth quaking from the crowds but I ain’t buckling
I might be
Crying, but I’m crying in California
When I’m flying, I’m flying in California
No it doesn’t matter where you come from
No it’s about making your way to the place you dream about
Crying, but I’m crying in California
I had a dream about California
Now I’m in California
Feels like I’m dying Hollywood Horror
Fake a survival give me that Oscar now
I had a dream about California
Now I’m in California
Feels like I’m dying Hollywood Horror
Fake a survival give me that Oscar now
Crying, but I’m crying in California
When I’m flying, I’m flying in California
No it doesn’t matter where you come from
No it’s about making your way to the place you love
Crying, but I’m crying in California (California)
I had a dream about California
Now I’m in California
Feels like I’m dying Hollywood Horror
Fake a survival give me that Oscar now
From the East of South Africa
To the West Coast of America
From a TV picturing Madonna
To the quitting epidemic I survived it
Feels like I’m dying Hollywood Horror
Fake a survival give me that Oscar now