Hollywood Devil
I just met the devil in California
Tell my mama I ain't coming home
Baby, I love you, but I can't afford ya
Pocket's getting bigger, but my heart is broke
I just met the devil in California
Tell my mama I ain't coming home
I've been getting high just to try to avoid ya
I think I'ma die when I look at my phone
Don't
Don't look at my phone, no
Don't look at my phone
Don't look at my-
Don't look at my phone
I just met the devil in Hollywood
And baby, I'm a sinner, I'ma die like I should
I've been tryna make out of my hometown for good
Now I'm never going home, even though I should
I just met the devil in Hollywood
And baby, I'm a sinner, I'ma die like I should
I've been tryna make out of my hometown for good
Now I'm never going back, even though I should
I just ruined my whole life tonight
I don't really wanna see the sun come up
Everybody hate me, I don't wanna fight
I'ma kill myself before the sun come up
I just met the devil in California
Tell my mama I ain't coming home
Baby, I love you, but I can't afford ya
Pocket's getting bigger, but my heart is broke
I just met the devil in California
Tell my mama I ain't coming home
I've been getting high just to try to avoid ya
I think I'ma die when I look at my phone
Don't
Don't look at my phone, no
Don't look at my phone
Don't look at my-
Don't look at my phone
Yeah
Tell my mama I ain't coming home
Baby, I love you, but I can't afford ya
Pocket's getting bigger, but my heart is broke
I just met the devil in California
Tell my mama I ain't coming home
I've been getting high just to try to avoid ya
I think I'ma die when I look at my phone
Don't
Don't look at my phone, no
Don't look at my phone
Don't look at my-
Don't look at my phone
I just met the devil in Hollywood
And baby, I'm a sinner, I'ma die like I should
I've been tryna make out of my hometown for good
Now I'm never going home, even though I should
I just met the devil in Hollywood
And baby, I'm a sinner, I'ma die like I should
I've been tryna make out of my hometown for good
Now I'm never going back, even though I should
I just ruined my whole life tonight
I don't really wanna see the sun come up
Everybody hate me, I don't wanna fight
I'ma kill myself before the sun come up
I just met the devil in California
Tell my mama I ain't coming home
Baby, I love you, but I can't afford ya
Pocket's getting bigger, but my heart is broke
I just met the devil in California
Tell my mama I ain't coming home
I've been getting high just to try to avoid ya
I think I'ma die when I look at my phone
Don't
Don't look at my phone, no
Don't look at my phone
Don't look at my-
Don't look at my phone
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Miller
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