Lyrics:
feeling wooly
Nothin but hate then you act like you cooling
Hollywood fakes yeah I don't fuck with you bitch
Shoot for the stars you don't know what you
side
Voices in my head and they all want me to die like
I want that for myself, God I hate my fucking life
Glad I got the undead army rising with me by
day I'll blow up
I'm done wasting time on cheap thrills
I love you, love you, love you, love you love you
But I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you,
flow's tighter your careers nose diving
I'mma pull an allnighter
So hood rich, Hollywood bitch want me
Don't look hood but a hood bitch love me
Hood niggas
know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst
Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine
And I hate that
I just keep shit blunt
Landmine to a soldier, war vet with a fucking crutch
Tear me down one by one, I ain't giving up
They won't show no love nah,
can love me or hate me, I don't give a fuck
What you tryin' a date me? Either way either you on my nuts, but
Whateva' you thinkin' won't stop this
middle finger no questions
R&B Darions and lesbian Darions, rappers and manager Darion
This shit is Hollywood, it's Hollywood for you, I think
That pocket
Oceans boil with blood of human victims
Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for
Oceans boil with blood of human victims
Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for
the dark and now they love me for my cash
Oh, it feels so good to be Hollywood!
(I said I'm Hollywood)
Hop up in the whip
Where you tryna go?
I got a new
family
They're all dead
Still in my head
But slowly fading
Like fucking undead
I hate my fucking self
Fuck
I hate my fucking self so damn much
I hate my
the drunk girls scream and shout,
We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it,
In this crazy town,
One year they reposes your truck,
And the next
These hoes showing fake love when I prefer the hate, man (Sheesh)
At least if you real then I have to respect it
Realize the energy you give is what you
I don't know shit about family life
Stuck in a world of bloodshot eyes
Glory over all this is do or die
On my way to the end this the Uber ride
First you love me, then you don't
Fuck the 90210
Get into this bag of coke
When the party leaves, I'm gone
Legs, sex, party, drugs
Smiling isn't
misunderstood
Life short make the best of it while you could
Thank God chase your dreams everybody should
I love LA I'm a buy a home in West Hollywood
I closed
at night, hanging around.
If this is a must, then dying is a must right now.
Hollywood at night, hanging around.
If this is a must, then dying is a must right
Hi, Mr Gore
Yeah pills, Hollywood thrills
Double up my cup so I can go in for the kill
Yeah, feel what she tryna feel
Talk about it, be about it,
I'm in Hollywood rolling up big tree
Yeah I'm staying on my paper chase like I should be
Niggas really hate but I know they wanna be me
Talking all
for their lives
You see the ascent of a good trend
You smell the love in the air
I smell the scent of the undead
Some things are better when unsaid
so sure that a nigga goin dip
You know that I love you fr we goin to Hollywood hills
These bitches goin hate on you try to come hit on me
But my bitch
(Thats My Baby Dre)
Yeah
Gang
Gang Gang Gang
Hollywood Hollywood Souf
What they talm bout
Bad bitch just got my rocks off
Ima hit her knock her down
people, Mexicans, Muslims
I hate apple pie and the beach boys, but Big Oil I love em
I love forcing my religion on atheists that hate god
I hate killing
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