California
I thought I'd be there by now
I'm 24, still in my parents' house (oh-oh)
I thought I could make it out
Of a city where nothing comes around
And I guess I'm still depressed
Doesn't matter how good it gets
It doesn't go away
I've got myself to blame
And how high is the climb
When the stars, do they align with my cloudy brain?
I got myself to blame
What's it like in California?
Is it pretty? I always wonder
Or is it shitty like people say?
It doesn't matter 'cause I wanna make it in LA
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
I thought I'd be good enough
I've got the words to fill the pages up (up)
Where's the line? Where's the time when you're nearly 25?
Am I getting where, where I'm supposed to get?
And I guess I'm still depressed (oh-oh)
But what do you expect (oh-oh)
When the world has slowed and there's no room to grow?
And how high is the climb (oh-oh) to sunset and vibe? (oh)
It's cold in the shade, I gotta get away
What's it like in California?
Is it pretty? I always wonder
Or is it shitty like people say?
It doesn't matter 'cause I wanna make it in LA
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna make it in LA
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm 24, still in my parents' house (oh-oh)
I thought I could make it out
Of a city where nothing comes around
And I guess I'm still depressed
Doesn't matter how good it gets
It doesn't go away
I've got myself to blame
And how high is the climb
When the stars, do they align with my cloudy brain?
I got myself to blame
What's it like in California?
Is it pretty? I always wonder
Or is it shitty like people say?
It doesn't matter 'cause I wanna make it in LA
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
I thought I'd be good enough
I've got the words to fill the pages up (up)
Where's the line? Where's the time when you're nearly 25?
Am I getting where, where I'm supposed to get?
And I guess I'm still depressed (oh-oh)
But what do you expect (oh-oh)
When the world has slowed and there's no room to grow?
And how high is the climb (oh-oh) to sunset and vibe? (oh)
It's cold in the shade, I gotta get away
What's it like in California?
Is it pretty? I always wonder
Or is it shitty like people say?
It doesn't matter 'cause I wanna make it in LA
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna make it in LA
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Graham Gooding, Paige Taipara
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