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Hollywood LA

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INNANETAPE, 2013, İngilizce

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Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Yeah
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles (Sunset, haha)
Yeah
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles (I'm just cruising, I'm just vibing)
Streets of gold and good cannabis (Would you dance with me?)
Hollywood, Los Angeles (I'm just vibing)
Hollywood, Los Angeles (Would you dance with me?)
Hollywood, Los Angeles (Man, man, uh)
Ooh, I know you so scandalous
My footsteps in ashes
Why do I kill everything I touch?
Why do blood run so deep?
After so long, why it mean so much?
Shadows of a song, man, it coulda been a rap
Coulda wrapped up shit and said I'm never looking back
Took a backpack, packed everything I owned into it
Hopped on a train, threw it on the track
I guess that's what I do, at least what I do best
I beg my pardon, 'part from you, girl, you the one that I do bless
With this holy water (Holy water)
Gold Rollie on him (Gold Rollie on him)
Took a bubble bath with the preacher's daughter, that's holy water, ah
Could you imagine magic in the air, the passion while I'm passing L's?
Inhale smoke and laughing
Last lap of lux, deluxe trucks and wagons
Y'all, pass the Dutch, I done puffed the dragon (Woo)
Niggas be draggin' ass and don't make shit (Woo)
And they wonder why it don't make sense (Woo)
Say it's been a while, they wonder where you been (Oh)
I've been locked up in that basement (Yeah)
I was sixteen with a mixtape
Now I'm nineteen with a mixtape
Tryna be twenty-one with a million dollars (Cash out)
Like praise the Lord, hallelujah, holla
Would you dance with me in the rain?
Would you share your empathy, kill my pain?
Paint this picture for me
I'll be by ya mañana
When you need me, I'm gon' call ya
Call my baby, Natalia, you the reason
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground (Keep me high)
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground (Keep me high)
I'll be by ya mañana
When you need me, I'm gon' call ya
Call me crazy, ooh, mama, marijuana
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground (Keep me high)
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground (Keep me high)
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Gold streets and good cannabis
But, ooh, I know you so scandalous
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold and good cannabis, haha
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold and good cannabis
But, ooh, I know you so scandalous
Scared to leave, but still scared to stay
Staying content, disappearing away
Would you rather 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 (Bang)
Drank in my cup while I'm cutting my wrists
'Cause all these rap niggas all sound so same
I'ma stay this just one last time, this one last thing
People are sheep to the radio, heard it don't take too much to make a dumbass sing
Sing along with me, sing along, this your jawn
Ladies, this your favorite song
In the mirror, put this on
Hit your Xan, get in your zone
I can tell, 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 'cross that room
You wrong, you think that I don't know
Your girlfriend probably played that role
Like I know you seen his type before
That's neither here nor there
But I will say this 'cause I do know that
You the only one that I need, that's fact
And the fact of the matter is I got your back
I'll be by ya mañana
When you need me, I'm gon' call ya
Call my baby, Natalia, you the reason
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground (Keep me high)
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground (Keep me high)
I'll be by ya mañana
When you need me, I'm gon' call ya
Call me crazy, ooh, mama, marijuana
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground (Keep me high)
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground (Keep me high, Chi-Town)
Keep me high
Keep me high
Keep me high
Keep me high