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Hollywood, Los Angeles

Hollywood, Los Angeles

Hollywood, Los Angeles

My footsteps in ashes

Why do I kill everything I touch?

Why do blood run so deep?

After so long why it mean so much

Shadows of a song, man it could've been a rap

Coulda wrapped up shit and said I'm never looking back

Took a backpack, packed everything I owned

Into it hopped onto a train, threw it on the track

I guess that's what I do

At least what I do best

I beg my pardon

Part from you girl, you the one that I do bless

With this holy water (holy water)

Gold rolly on him (Gold rolly on him)

Took a bubble bath with the preacher's daughter that's holy water

Could you imagine magic in the air

The passion while I'm passing Ls

Inhale smoke and laughing

Last lap of lux

Deluxe trucks and wagons

Y'all pass the dutch

I done puffed the dragon

Niggas be draggin ass and don't make shit

And they wonder why it don't make sense

Said it's been a while, they wonder where you been

I've been locked up in that basement

I was 16 with a mixtape

Now I'm 19 with a mixtape

Tryna be 21 with a million dollars

Like praise the Lord, hallelujah, holla

Would you dance with me in the rain?

Would you share your empathy, kill my pain?

Paint this picture for me

I'll be by ya mañana

When you need me I'm gone call ya

Call my baby, Natalia



You the reason, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground

Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground

I'll be by ya mañana

When you need me I'm gone call ya

Call me crazy, ooh mama, marijuana

Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground

Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground



Hollywood, Los Angeles

Hollywood, Los Angeles

Streets of gold and good canibus

But ooh I know you so scandalous

Hollywood Los Angeles, Hollywood Los Angeles

Streets of gold and good cannabis but ooh I know you so scandalous

Scared to leave but still scared to stay

Staying content disappearing away

Would you rather fade out filled with regret

Or put a gun to your head

Take it out with a bang

Suicide letter, signed Kurt Cobain

Suicide letter, signed Kirko Bangz

Drank in my cup while I'm cutting my wrists

Because all these rap niggas all sound so same

I'm going to stay this just one last time

This one last thing

People are sheep to the radio heard it don't take too much to make a dumb ass sing

Sing along with me

Sing along this your jawn

Ladies this your favorite song

In the mirror, put this on

Hit your zan, get in your zone

I can tell I see she know

But she know she don't need no more

She been drinking way too much

I must admit you way too cold

I caught you looking across that room

You wrong you think that I don't know

Your girlfriend probably played that roll

Like 'I know you seen his type beforeThat's neither here nor there

But I will say this cause I do know that

You're the only one that I need that's fact

And the fact of the matter is I got your back





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