[Verse 1] Woke up in Van Nuys on my ex’s old chaise Resumay says “artist ” but my bank says “laze’ Spotify pennies in a mason jar grave Streaming my soul for a digital wave [Chorus] I’m tryna survive California as a half-broke muse Where the rent wants blood and the dreams want dues From the Valley to the Bay I just pay Refuse If the sun don’t kill me Then these songs might do I’m tryna survive California Chasing one clean view ‘Cause the only thing I own is this worn-out tune [Verse 2] Audition at nine I was “great But next” Got cast as “bitch 3” who just sends a text Manager ghosted Said my “brand’s unclear” Guess I’m folk-pop-rap with a side of fear [Chorus] I’m tryna survive California as a half-broke muse Where the rent wants blood and the dreams want dues From the Valley to the Bay I just pay Refuse If the sun don’t kill me Then these songs might do I’m tryna survive California Chasing one clean view ‘Cause the only thing I own is this worn-out tune [Bridge] Friends back home say “Bitch You made it Right?” I’m like “Yeah I made it to traffic Twice a night” The sign on the hill spells “Try Till You Drop” But I’m still here rhyming at the bus stop (hey!) [Chorus] I’m tryna survive California as a half-broke muse Where the rent wants blood and the dreams want dues From the Valley to the Bay I just pay Refuse If the sun don’t kill me Then these songs might do I’m tryna survive California Stubborn Cracked And true If this state won’t love me I’ll just sing it till they do
