[Intro]
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles

[Verse 1]
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 could've been a rap
Coulda wrapped up shit and 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
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
Could you imagine magic in the air
The passion while I'm passing Ls
Inhale smoke and laughing
Last lap of lux
Deluxe trucks and wagons
Y'all pass the dutch
I done puffed the dragon
N***as be draggin ass and don't make shit
And they wonder why it don't make sense
Said it's been a while, they wonder where you been
I've been locked up in that basement, a mixtape
Now understand, tryna be 21 with a million dollars
Like 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 me
I'll be by ya mañana
When you need me I'm gone call ya
Call my baby, Natalia
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 ya mañana
When you need me I'm gone call ya
Call me crazy, ooh mama, marijuana
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold and good cannabis
But ooh I know you so scandalous

[Verse 2]
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
Take it out with a bang
Suicide letter, signed Kurt Cobain
Suicide letter, signed Kirko Bangz
Drank in my cup while I'm cutting my wrists
Because all these rap n***as all sound so same
I'm going to 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 dumb ass sing