I don't wanna play out
Chose the greatest day to come to L.A
Make sure the door doesn't hit me on the way out
11 hour trip on a plane, well that's a very long way for a day out
In a city full of suicide dreams, movie stars and scenes
Plastic cemetries
Throw the stars on the floor, walk the golden mile
Some drenched in camomile kisses
Broken bones and wishbone wishes
All you can eat, take no a bow, no fomo, no sleep
Can a woman teach me how to be the man?
Tropicana and sand, all I ever wanted was a jam
All I never needed was a plan
Riding with models in the back of a cop car
Jumping the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Setting fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity
I don't wanna fade out
Sign my membership for the 27 club
Everyone around me wants a way out
When I'm struggling to cover my tracks
Should I be worried 'bout the scandal or the pay out? (Scandal or the pay out?)
When everything I own is on tick
And slipping through my grip, my classic ego trip
Go back to LC, walk the golden mile
Some drenched in dry-lip kisses
Some hits and some near-misses, oh well
We'll be dropping like flies, gone in three nights
2016, it happens sometimes
Not everyone lives but everyone dies
Riding with models in the back of a cop car
Jumping the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Setting fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity
But I always take it too far, too far
Hard to know when I'm close to the end
All I need's respect
Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead
If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity
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