Die Out Here (feat. Poorstacy)

So you say you're going away to LA
Who you think you are?
I hear fake tales from that place
She almost made it, he almost made it
But then they got complacent
Commercial, making faces

Haven't even packed my car (haven't even packed my car)
You're happy with the kids and a yard, yeah, fuck this
I'll sleep in a tent for a year (I'll sleep in a tent for a year)
On Fairfax Boulevard, then I run this

Yeah, I don't wanna die out here
Dancing on my grave, no tears
The voices in my head
They don't pay the rent
Yeah, I don't wanna die, die, die out here

I'm not okay, I don't wanna work every day
I'm tired and I'm wasted
She says she fucking hates me
I'm stressed out, the world's getting worse every day
Compulsive social statements
You talk too much, just say

I just crashed my car (I just crashed my car)
Flirting with the girl that broke my heart
I don't wanna die out here (I don't wanna die out here)
On Fairfax Boulevard

Yeah, I don't wanna die out here
Dancing on my grave, no tears
The voices in my head
They don't pay the rent
Yeah, I don't wanna die, die, die out here

Ayy
I used to sit and dream about it, yeah
But I got tired of just thinking 'bout it
So I had to get up (get up)

I drove 1300 miles to a place
So far, I didn't wanna think about it
Nah, I told 'em I just wanna make it happen
Didn't wanna think about it, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I don't wanna die out here
Dancing on my grave, no tears
The voices in my head
They don't pay the rent
Yeah, I don't wanna die, die, die, die

Yeah, I don't wanna die out here (yeah)
Dancing on my grave, no tears
The voices in my head
They don't pay the rent
Yeah, I don't wanna die, die, die out here



Credits
Writer(s): De Wayne Jackson, Robert Hiser Jr., Carlito Milfort, Colin Dieden
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