L.A
I don't know where I'm going
But I'm still here, don't know where I'm going
And life is so fuing weird right now
But I'm staying
And now I'm binge watching my past again
Broadcasting time that has passed again
Digging' in my own crates
As if time traveling can be booked, man, this is pointless
1981 was once the future, can you relate?
Youth will never come again, do you reflect?
Or disconnect? cause I've been
Exfoliating them bad friends like dead skin
Taking old habits for a new spin
Avoiding bad trends, where do I begin?
Poetry over memes, I mean
The neighbor's grass is just as green, I mean
And happiness is measured, by how often
You think about the road not taken
The process, the scars, the patience
The ratio between working your craft and vacation
I don't what I'm doing
But I'm still here, don't know what I'm doing
Life is so fuing weird right now
But I'm staying
LA, are you smiling at me? Or is just a surgery gone bad?
LA, are you trying to break free? Or just avoiding being sad?
In this motel called Earth
You should always feel like a very temporary guest
This was never a home to you my friend
This was always just a quest, so don't forget
Return the keys and the sheets to the front desk
When you're done making a mess
In the meantime, I'm obsessed
Writing a manual, for how to get things off my chest
But I'm still here, don't know where I'm going
And life is so fuing weird right now
But I'm staying
And now I'm binge watching my past again
Broadcasting time that has passed again
Digging' in my own crates
As if time traveling can be booked, man, this is pointless
1981 was once the future, can you relate?
Youth will never come again, do you reflect?
Or disconnect? cause I've been
Exfoliating them bad friends like dead skin
Taking old habits for a new spin
Avoiding bad trends, where do I begin?
Poetry over memes, I mean
The neighbor's grass is just as green, I mean
And happiness is measured, by how often
You think about the road not taken
The process, the scars, the patience
The ratio between working your craft and vacation
I don't what I'm doing
But I'm still here, don't know what I'm doing
Life is so fuing weird right now
But I'm staying
LA, are you smiling at me? Or is just a surgery gone bad?
LA, are you trying to break free? Or just avoiding being sad?
In this motel called Earth
You should always feel like a very temporary guest
This was never a home to you my friend
This was always just a quest, so don't forget
Return the keys and the sheets to the front desk
When you're done making a mess
In the meantime, I'm obsessed
Writing a manual, for how to get things off my chest
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Writer(s): Yossi Shamrik
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