Los Angeles

(альбом: Spaces - 2017)

I remember sitting in my dads room
Sitting in my bedroom
Tell him bout the plans I would make
I remember thinking of the places
Thoughts of all the faces
I would maybe meet one day

I remember dreaming of their faces
When I walk through
Los Angeles is so close
I remember dreaming of their faces
When I walk through
Los Angeles is so close

I was like
Mama I'll be big soon
And daddy I'll be big one day
I don't know, know, know
How I'm gonna get there
You gotta trust me, baby, when I say

I was like
Mama I'll be big soon
Los Angeles is so close
I don't know how I'm gonna get there
But I, but I, but I will

Notebook in my hand
Got my pen, got my paper
Ask about the future
We can worry bout it later
Stressing bout the spaces in your mind
No point in stressing bout the places you will find

When you're out there living
We out here winning
Out here believing in the life we were wishin
Would come true soon
Now it's coming true
I remember back when I was
Sitting in my room

I was like
Mama I'll be big soon
And daddy I'll be big one day
I don't know, know, know
How I'm gonna get there
You gotta trust me, baby, when I say

I was like
Mama I'll be big soon
Los Angeles is so close
I don't know how I'm gonna get there
But I, but I, but I will

Oh, I will
I will, I wi-i-i-i-ill
Oh, I will
I will, I wi-i-i-i-ill

The spaces in your head are only
Blanks up on your head
So fill em up with passion
Cause the passion's never dead
The spaces in your head
The spaces in your head