Lyrics:
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk, I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I
4 A.M. (4 A.M.)
Choosin' up outside the club at 4 A.M
You should go with him
It's a different game
Baby girl, we in Hollywood, this ain't memory
the same, I'm on my block every day
So how the fuck could I be Hollywood?
I spend most of my days
Tryna figure out who loves me for me or for the fame
the Lexan (ha)
Cooling out by the pool, honeys acting fool (word)
Enough to make a brother drool, yo, but that's cool (ha)
I want a piece of the dream to make
in Hollywood.
He was a good man,
As far as good men go, I guess.
He sold system software for a high tech firm down in the valley,
She wrote him
Welcome to Hollywood, my name is Erin Seen from the Capitol Recording Studios
And you are listening to the strings recorded in the world-famous
Holland, next to Fat Beats
Rollin the dank
Dilate, build upon the Aquarius dawn
And they how they call the
Hollywood branch to Magic Juan
The specialist is
She said it's just like Hollywood
Now I'm afraid
Because the boy forgets the girl
While she sits home and waits
But you promised me you won't
I hear you're out there now
And you're doing all right
New lease on life in Hollywood
Ridin' around with the rag top down
Bet the west coast sun
by the superpowers of the industry
To the third world underground of the streets
This is for all those who have been labeled extremists
Maniacs,
Drive around past the pines
Over the hills into Hollywood
Innocence never died
I can tell by the look on your face
Woah
I believe in a sanctity, so
you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row in the balcony?
Well, there's technicolor and cinemascope
A cast out a Hollywood
And the popcorn from
girl
Do you wanna watch an old man cry
Whacker, Cracker, Smaker, Slacker, cum cuckin' nigga-jacker,
So specific, motorific, fly high and die by
Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach
Or to Hollywood
But I'm taking a Greyhound
Meet me at midnight at the broadcast tower high about the Hollywood sign
You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio, radio
Everyone will come
Is she insecure or revengeful?
What makes her chase the rabbit?
Access Hollywood for their approval
And still say she's independent
What makes
of your busy line
Twice as alone when you're together
Faking smiles and holding hands
Each one guided only by their own
Fears and demands
Dick and dirty trick
Sugar Ray C.I.A. lost in Hollywood
Letterman Disneyland Luther King
And Ku klux clan
Watergate out in space
Armstrong
We are 5
2gether
We do our thing (Thing, thing, thing)
Baby, and sing
See all the girls with their hands in the air
You can tell by the screams
she's the biggest ho around
Can we take it to the bridge?
And skip the part about the fridge
Where she keeps her cold heart
By a stale Pop Tart
It's the gay nineties and
You can't watch nothin' good
Mindless pinko garbage
Is all they make in hollywood
Kung Fu theatre,
Now there's
I wanna be the one that's catching all the luck
Sitting on a mountain of a million bucks
It's time I get a taste of the Hollywood life
Sleeping
been bad, I been good
Dallas, Texas, Hollywood
I ain't askin' for much
I said, "Lord, take me downtown
I'm just lookin' for some tush"
Take me
to the age of innocence
When clockwork fixed by lights and books
When singers wrote songs instead of hooks
When the value wasn't in the price
When
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