True Hollywood Story

Hollywood, Calfornia
City of smoke and mirrors… and bullshit
City will chew you up man
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Paparazzi all up in this bitch
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TMZ on the fuckin' scene
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Man, everyone out here is full of shit
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Never got his star on the boulevard
Everybody loves Raymond but no one loves me
I’m a washed up VJ roaming the streets
I’m holdin' my meat
Cause ain’t no hoes ever recognizing me, I’m finished
Popeye without the spinach
Career over, it’s ridiculous
I wish I had a fine lady
But I can’t afford a Mercedes
I ain’t got a job
Been dressed for less
Shopping at Ross, dog
My agent don’t call me back, ever
Since I been smokin' crack
Dag nab it
I reinvented myself as Dirt Nasty
Cause I’m the worst at acting
Try rapping, let’s see what happens baby
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(Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip)
True Hollywood Story
(Never got his star on the boulevard)
I get dissed at the club
I’m so D-List. No more fucking love
My future used to look bright
Now it look like shit with speed in the pipe
I sold my Viper
For weed money and a fucking lighter
I used to wake up with hotties
Nowadays, I wake up with zombies
Anthony Michael Hall
Kirk Cameron, I need to talk to y’all
I walk to the mall
In a Scary Movie shirt. My cock, my balls
Borrow money from my mother
Cause my career is in the fucking gutter
I’m just another
True Hollywood Story, motherfucker
Put a bullet in my head
But this ain’t no bullshit movie set
My life’s a mess
Can’t afford good sh- gotta smoke the stress
I hit rock bottom
Tabasco sauce in my Top Ramen
Game over, partner
My life’s over, like La Bamba