Hollywood

No denying this, I'm okay with it
I'm Giving in to our natural abilities
I can feel the heat, increase in temperature
Sweat it out making love on the devils seat

This is the last call of calls for the lost and confused, there's a few
We're serving up confidence for the lack of your own, vanity

We'll butter you up, you'll be our purest property
A summer model who everybody thinks you should be
An action hero, romantic kind of celebrity
Who tells you what you should be
Who tells you who you will be

No denying this, I'm okay with it
I'm Giving in to our natural abilities
I can feel the heat, increase in temperature
Sweat it out making love on the devils seat

Oh I'm caught up in the moment again
A taste you knew would make me give in
If Hollywood's a fairytale
It was made up just to make me fail
Oh I'm caught up in the moment again
A taste you knew would make me give in
If Hollywood's a fairytale
It was made up just to make me fail

I'm giving in to the night, going up
I'm enough for the tough for the people who decide I'm enough
Snap a picture shake it take it make it prove I'm enough, I'm enough

We'll butter you up, you'll be our purest property
A summer model who everybody thinks you should be
An action hero, romantic kind of celebrity
Who tells you what you should be
Who tells you who you will be

No denying this, I'm okay with it
I'm Giving in to our natural abilities

Oh I'm caught up in the moment again
A taste you knew would make me give in
If Hollywood's a fairytale
It was made up just to make me fail
Oh I'm caught up in the moment again
A taste you knew would make me give in
If Hollywood's a fairytale
It was made up just to make me fail

Action camera lights flashing bright
Make your decision based more on real life
Trust your instincts, fuck what they think
Do what you do, stay true to you
Walk the right path, your talking like that
Positivity is spread within
No one fights back when you've got peace
Going forward, force release
Time is ours, use it well, music flows, the beat compels
Hold your soul it's not gold to sell, listen close I've got more to tell

Oh I'm caught up in the moment again
A taste you knew would make me give in
If Hollywood's a fairytale
It was made up just to make me fail
Oh I'm caught up in the moment again
A taste you knew would make me give in
If Hollywood's a fairytale
It was made up just to make me fail



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Lay, Brett Tyler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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