Big L.c.t. Welcome To Hollywood
[Verse 1]
Life is endless, time is not and we revolve around a clock
And pray to God our souls are caught
And never dropped below the dots
It seems to me heaven is the place to be
So cross my heart confess my sins
Yeah I think about these different trips
So here it goes, hold your nose
And close your eyes while we overdose
On life and all its claustrophobes
Why am I still here?
If I'm supposedly, supposed to be
Waiting for these people to come notice me
In hopes that I can beg for a career
Not baggin' groceries
So go to college, get a job
Make your mom and dad proud
Until you work a 9-5
And then you lost up in the crowd
Never thought that you
Could do it
So your dreams evaporated
Now they somewhere in the clouds
And now you got a mortgage
With a couple kids to feed
And reality be knocking
It be knocking down your dreams
What'd happened to the hope
When you was only 17?
You was skippin' out on class
Just so you
Could make a beat
[Pre-Chorus]
A couple industry execs
Breathing down my neck
Feel a tightness in my chest
Now I'm really getting stressed
All the secrets and lies
That they don't want you to know
I guess I'm f..cking them good
I did it all on my own
[Chorus]
I can make your girl sing
This ain't Nashville
I just popped a couple pills
They ain't Advil
They don't listen to your music
Like they prolly should
Welcome to Hollywood, kid
Welcome to Hollywood
[Verse 2]
Uh
A workaholic 'till my jaw drops off
Keep it flowin' no cost
(Keep it pushin' youngin')
So get our drinks topped off
Make a toast up to the people who've been rockin' with the kids non-stop
(Keep it pushin' youngins!)
Yeah
We got late nights and good vibes
Blue dreams and blue skies
I can tell you 'bout that good life
And California sunshine
And all these f..ckin' women who be lookin' so damn fine!
I guess that's just how it goes
Man everybody playin' jokes
Get the f..ck out my zone
I do it all on my own
I got my first wristwatch from a thrift shop
But now they acting pissed off ‘cause I only shop at gift shops
In Paris thats that criss cross
Buy my weed legally ain't f..cking with the ziploc
Blew the roof up off the venue now the owner acting pissed off
Geez why you mad? We done sold up every seat
And it started in my bedroom with garageband beats
[Pre-Chorus]
A couple industry execs
Breathing down my neck
Feel a tightness in my chest
Now I'm really getting stressed
All the secrets and lies
That they don't want you to know
I guess I'm f..cking them good
I did it all on my own
[Chorus X2]
I can make your girl sing
This ain't Nashville
I just popped a couple pills
They ain't Advil
They don't listen to your music
Like they prolly should
Welcome to Hollywood, kid
Welcome to Hollywood