Vic Mensa - Hollywood LA lyrics

Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Streets of gold, good cannabis Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Boo I know you so scandalous My footsteps in ashes Why do I k** everything I touch? Why do blood run so deep? After so long why it mean so much? sponsored links Shadows of a song, man it could've been a rap Could've wrapped up, should've 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, apart from you girl, you the one that I do bless With this holy water, gold Rollie on them Took a bubble bath with the preacher's daughter, that's holy water Could you imagine magic in the air? The pa**ion when I'm pa**ing Ls Inhale smoke and laughing, last lap the lux Deluxe truck and whackers, y'all pa** the dutch And I puff the drag n***as be dragging a**, it don't make sh** And they wonder why it don't make sense Said it's been awhile, they wonder where you been I've been locked up in that basement I was 16 with a mix tape Now I'm 19 with a mix tape Tryina 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? k** my pain? Paint this picture for me I'll be by you mañana When you need me I'm gone call you Come on baby, that's how ya 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 you mañana When you need me I'm gone call you Call me crazy, uh mama Baby wanna, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Gold streets, good cannabis But boo I know you so scandalous Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Streets of gold, good cannabis Hollywood, Los Angeles Hollywood, Los Angeles Streets of gold, good cannabis But boo I know you so scandalous Scared to leave but still scared to stay Stand content disappearing away Whether you with the fade out Filled with regret Or put a gun to your head And take it out with a bang Suicide letter, signed Kurt Cobain Suicide letter, signed Kirko Bangz Drank in my cup but I'm cutting my wrists Because all these rap n***as all sound so same I'mma say this just one last time This one last thing People are sheep to the radio Heard it on tape too much to make a dumb a** saint Sing along with me Sing along this your jam Ladies this your favorite song In the mirror, put this on Hit your zan, get in your zone I can tell her I see she know But she know she don't need no more She been drinking way too much Must admit you way too cold Caught you looking across that room You wrong you think that I don't know Your girlfriend probably played that roll Looking oh, you seen this type before That's neither here nor there But I will say this 'cause I do know that You're the only one I need that's fact And the fact of the matter is I got your back I'll be by you mañana When you need me I'm gone call you Come on baby, that's how ya 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 you mañana When you need me I'm gone call you Call me crazy, uh mama Baby wanna, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground