No Room for a Nihilist in Hollywood

In this city of angels
How come I feel like a demon?
Got Lucy in the recent texts
My mom don't want me to see him
Lucy in the recent texts
My mom don't want me to see him
My mom don't want me to see him

In this city of angels
How come I feel like a demon?
Got Lucy in recent texts
My mom don't want me to see him

When I'm up in the high heat
I see my homies don't like me
You're why I love what I do
And so I pray you're behind me
Behind me

No room for a nihilist in Hollywood
Pray you're with me
Take you with me
No room for a nihilist in Hollywood
Pray you're with me
Take you with me



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Hyatt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link