Am I wrong for being lost?
The pressures of being boss exhausted every bone in my body
I can’t walk
I don’t talk, I scream, I don’t stop to think
Am I wrong for being lost?
The pressures of being boss exhausted every bone in my body
I can’t walk
I don’t talk, I scream, I don’t stop to think
I’m so close to the dream that I can’t go to sleep
Ironic, I know, so I need more chronic to roll
Tryna find what’s more important, the money or my soul
It’s cold, I’m low, I'm caught between the roads
Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow, uh
Yo, how could you look me in the face?
You sat at the table with my daughter promising you got us
Right after you finished saying grace
Why don't you tell her what you're hiding in the bank?
It's time to cut my lawn to see the snakes
It’s time to tell the truth to every fan who doesn’t understand
That it's because of you they had to wait
While you left me here to deal with all the hate
I still smile, but feel so fake
It’s no sun, the clouds are opaque
So much shade I read on one page
I can’t even look at your name without getting the shakes
What a mistake, uh, look how you take, uh
What doesn’t belong to you, this was a rape
And if fate send us both to Heaven
I'ma keep a blade in my leather so I can kill you at the gate, uh
[Chorus]
First place, is it worth it when you see it's all two-faced?
Trying to fit into a world with no new space
Commit third-degree murder (What for?)
Tryna play me like a Hollywood Whore
First place, is it worth it when you see it's all two-faced?
Trying to fit into a world with no new space
Commit third-degree murder (What for?)
Tryna play me like a Hollywood Whore
[Verse 2]
I woke up sweatin', tryna forget I’m in a mansion
Cause fans are mad at my expansion
And my friend I thought was family
Who’d always understand me
Got offended 'cause he jealous
We supposed to be at the Grammys
I’m asking, when did pride and passion
Get mistaken for handouts and ass-kissing?
The fact is I made it from trailer trash to Saks 5th
Took it from underground to massive, and the come up was classic
Back when white boys rapped, they gettin' their ass kicked
I was battlin', putting these rappers in caskets
I was walking home, getting jumped after classes
Tell me why don’t my haters mention that shit?
Now my rent is due and I’m a tenant getting by with no credit
Got residue from a sedative I ain't get from the medic
My schedule is so fuckin' hectic, but still I’m in debt
I’d be better off dead so life insurance keep my family fed
It's because of y’all, I couldn’t separate from my career
Because of y’all, I hated myself for so many years
Because of you, you ain’t never gonna see me trust
Even if I got a wife, she just somebody I fuck
[Chorus]
First place, is it worth it when you see it's all two-faced?
Trying to fit into a world with no new space
Commit third-degree murder (What for?)
Tryna play me like a Hollywood Whore
First place, is it worth it when you see it's all two-faced?
Trying to fit into a world with no new space
Commit third-degree murder (What for?)
Tryna play me like a Hollywood Whore
[Outro]
The City of Angels (Danger)
The City of Angels (Danger)
Er ég rangt fyrir glatist?
Álagið af því að vera stjóri klárast hvert bein í líkama mínum
Ég get ekki gengið
Ég tala ekki, ég öskra, ég ekki hætta að hugsa
Ég er svo nálægt því að draumnum sem ég get ekki farið að sofa
Kaldhæðnislegt, ég veit, þannig að ég þarf meira langvinna að rúlla
Tryna finna það sem meira máli, að peningar eða sál mín
Það er kalt, ég er lítil, ég náði á milli vegi
Undir Hollywood skilti, fá þér blinduð af ljóma, uh
Yo, hvernig gastu lítur mig í andlitið?
Þú settist við borðið með dóttur mína lofa þú fékkst okkur
Rétt eftir að þú lokið að segja náð
Af hverju ertu ekki að segja henni það sem þú ert að fela í bankanum?
Það er kominn tími til að skera grasið mitt að sjá ormar
Það er kominn tími til að segja sannleikann hvert aðdáandi sem skilur ekki
Að það er vegna þess að þú að þeir þurftu að bíða
Þó að þú vinstri mig hér til að takast á við alla hatrið
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