| Headlocked in this Hollywood armpit
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| Pushed along by ego driven bullshit
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| Dreaming of another place where I can ease my mind
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| The weather’s always perfect here but I don’t see the sunshine
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| And I’m not blind
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| I’ve been chasing that old story: rags to riches
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| Forgetting I’ve had riches to begin with
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| I was a good man in my good ol' days
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| But now it seems them good old days are done
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| The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become
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| Before I asked you for your name
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| I would probably ask you if you had cocaine
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| The fuck I care about your life; |
| I only care about mine
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| You ain’t no potential wife; |
| I’ll only see you one time
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| So let’s get high
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| I’ve been fucking with too many different bitches
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| Calling women bitches to begin with
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| I was a good man in my good ol' days
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| But now it seems them good old days are done
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| The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become
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| My life ain’t over, not just yet
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| But it’s much too late for me to not regret
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| The days and nights I’ve wasted, how I’ve spent my borrowed time
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| I wasn’t raised to be so empty, selfish and unkind
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| I don’t know why
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| If I knew God I’d ask him for forgiveness
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| And why he even put me here to begin with
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| I was a good man in my good ol' days
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| But now it seems them good old days are done
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| The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become |