Vic Mensa - Hollywood LA Lyrics
[Intro]Hollywood, Los AngelesHollywood, Los AngelesHollywood, Los Angeles[Verse 1]My footsteps in ashesWhy do I kill everything I touch?Why do blood run so deep?After so long why it mean so muchShadows of a song, man it could've been a rapCoulda wrapped up shit and said I'm never looking backTook a backpack, packed everything I ownedInto it hopped onto a train, threw it on the trackI guess that's what I doAt least what I do bestI beg my pardonPart from you girl, you the one that I do blessWith 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 waterCould you imagine magic in the airThe passion while I'm passing LsInhale smoke and laughingLast lap of luxDeluxe trucks and wagonsY'all pass the dutchI done puffed the dragonNiggas be draggin ass and don't make shitAnd they wonder why it don't make senseSaid it's been a while, they wonder where you beenI've been locked up in that basementI was 16 with a mixtapeNow I'm 19 with a mixtapeTryna be 21 with a million dollarsLike praise the Lord, hallelujah, holla[Hook]Would you dance with me in the rain?Would you share your empathy, kill my pain?Paint this picture for meI'll be by ya mañanaWhen you need me I'm gone call yaCall my baby, NataliaYou the reason, wonder why my feet don't touch the groundWonder why my feet don't touch the groundI'll be by ya mañanaWhen you need me I'm gone call yaCall me crazy, ooh mama, marijuanaWonder why my feet don't touch the groundWonder why my feet don't touch the groundHollywood, Los AngelesHollywood, Los AngelesStreets of gold and good canibusBut ooh I know you so scandalous[Verse 2]Hollywood Los Angeles, Hollywood Los AngelesStreets of gold and good cannabis but ooh I know you so scandalousScared to leave but still scared to stayStaying content disappearing awayWould you rather fade out filled with regretOr put a gun to your headTake it out with a bangSuicide letter, signed Kurt CobainSuicide letter, signed Kirko BangzDrank in my cup while I'm cutting my wristsBecause all these rap niggas all sound so sameI'm going to stay this just one last timeThis one last thingPeople are sheep to the radio heard it don't take too much to make a dumb ass singSing along with meSing along this your jawnLadies this your favorite songIn the mirror, put this onHit your zan, get in your zoneI can tell I see she knowBut she know she don't need no moreShe been drinking way too muchI must admit you way too coldI caught you looking across that roomYou wrong you think that I don't knowYour girlfriend probably played that rollLike 'I know you seen his type before'That's neither here nor thereBut I will say this cause I do know thatYou're the only one that I need that's factAnd the fact of the matter is I got your back[Hook]
