Fools

I wanna make music But it just don't make me money I wanna sing songs But that won't make it sunny Here in Southern California We're all making fools of ourselves Working hard for this long So I guess I'm never really going back Got myself this far Guess I should at least be proud of that Working at a desk job But barely make enough to pay my rent And apparently to get somewhere I gotta have more time Gotta have more money Gotta be a flirt if I want them to produce me Gotta have the followers To be taken seriously Someday If everyone knows my name I pray I got there from an honest place And not just for the fame Someday If everyone sings my songs I hope their ones that I wrote from the heart Not just to for the pay Feels like I was born in The wrong generation IPhones aren't my thing And neither is god damn instagram But everyone's doing it And I don't wanna fall behind again And apparently to get somewhere I gotta have a brand Gotta have a fan base Gotta be online every second of everyday Gotta have a pretty face Gotta give them what they want Someday If everyone knows my name I pray I got there from an honest place And not just for the fame Someday If everyone sings my songs I hope their ones that I wrote from the heart Not just to for the pay I pray that if I make it That I don't make it in vain Well this sick world will chew you up And it will spit you out Faster than you thought I swear to god Fingers crossed My hand on my heart I'm wishing you, good luck Here in Southern California We're all just making fools of ourselves