I remember sittin' in my dads room
Sittin' in my bedroom
Tell him bout the plans I would make
I remember thinkin' of the places
Thoughts of all the faces
I would maybe meet one day

I remember dreamin' of their faces
When I walk through
Los Angeles is so close
I remember dreamin' 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
Stressin' bout the spaces in your mind
No point in stressin' bout the places you will find

When you're out there livin'
We out here winnin'
Out here believin' in the life we were wishin
Would come true soon
Now it's comin' true
I remember back when I was
Sittin' 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