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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com