Hollywood Tears
Ask me why I do it wouldn't have an answer for you
Been around the hooks like my name was De La Hoya
Leave this off the books please don't tell my next employer
Cause I'm feeling shook that I can't ignore you
Man has said the greatest have energy that's contagious
But nowadays I'm berated, persuaded by all my haters
A mountain to climb for ages
I'm strapping up by my boots with the double knots
When the going gets going get going, don't ever stop
Yeah the party just started, but the parties about to end
So finish up your cup and be a slut and get it in
Cause soon enough when you grow up and working for the man
And you got hell of homies, but not one friend
And maybe that's just me
And they'll tell me I'm tripping
I talk shit cause I know the clique won't even listen
But I know that they hear it and now it's clear there's a difference
So I'm going to spit it out the best way I can
It's how I'm feeling baby
All my struggles in my life made me right
Besides a few, who still on sight
So to make amends and say that I'm with them it would be hype
Because I tried forgiving and it only made me fight
So I'll grow old and gray but I'll never grow tight
The more I preach, man, the more you flight
And mama told me, Be great son, don't know why you're riddled with fear
Ma they think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
Think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
You think this, you think t-think this, you think t-think this, gone
Think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
So I heard the wise man hardly ever spoke at all
Then I took the wise man and I went and broke his balls
All they hear is broken bells
Flowing like a broken stall
Had to beat it up, to meat it up, to beat it up
Now stop it, the gossip
May be so, like to think I'm pass it
Same motherfuckers I love
Same ones who talk shit
Same motherfuckers I hug
Same ones who laugh with
People who don't know me and still call themselves my homie
So I'm quick to bitch, I'm lonely
Ain't no marketing scheme
You can switch the picture on me, see a marvelous dream
But load the larder with cream
Mrs. Carter she might care
Because right now, feeling like a beautiful nightmare
Let bygones be bygones
Right-ons be right-ons
Let pi kapps be pi kapps who're going to ask what I'm on
Tell them that fun shit, that dumb shit that Ricon
That same wave you vibe on, is not one I ride on
Tracks I lay pipe on, hope it entice you
Why only like me only if I was more like you
Why only like me only if I was to write you
Something spiteful, ambitious, it'd be a bite full
All my struggles in my life made me right
Besides a few, who still on sight
So to make amends and say that I'm with them it would be hype
Because I tried forgiving and it only made me fight
So I'll grow old and gray but I'll never grow tight
The more I preach, man, the more you flight
And mama told me, Be great son, don't know why you're riddled with fear
Ma they think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
Think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
You think this, you think t-think this, you think t-think this, gone
Think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
Been around the hooks like my name was De La Hoya
Leave this off the books please don't tell my next employer
Cause I'm feeling shook that I can't ignore you
Man has said the greatest have energy that's contagious
But nowadays I'm berated, persuaded by all my haters
A mountain to climb for ages
I'm strapping up by my boots with the double knots
When the going gets going get going, don't ever stop
Yeah the party just started, but the parties about to end
So finish up your cup and be a slut and get it in
Cause soon enough when you grow up and working for the man
And you got hell of homies, but not one friend
And maybe that's just me
And they'll tell me I'm tripping
I talk shit cause I know the clique won't even listen
But I know that they hear it and now it's clear there's a difference
So I'm going to spit it out the best way I can
It's how I'm feeling baby
All my struggles in my life made me right
Besides a few, who still on sight
So to make amends and say that I'm with them it would be hype
Because I tried forgiving and it only made me fight
So I'll grow old and gray but I'll never grow tight
The more I preach, man, the more you flight
And mama told me, Be great son, don't know why you're riddled with fear
Ma they think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
Think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
You think this, you think t-think this, you think t-think this, gone
Think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
So I heard the wise man hardly ever spoke at all
Then I took the wise man and I went and broke his balls
All they hear is broken bells
Flowing like a broken stall
Had to beat it up, to meat it up, to beat it up
Now stop it, the gossip
May be so, like to think I'm pass it
Same motherfuckers I love
Same ones who talk shit
Same motherfuckers I hug
Same ones who laugh with
People who don't know me and still call themselves my homie
So I'm quick to bitch, I'm lonely
Ain't no marketing scheme
You can switch the picture on me, see a marvelous dream
But load the larder with cream
Mrs. Carter she might care
Because right now, feeling like a beautiful nightmare
Let bygones be bygones
Right-ons be right-ons
Let pi kapps be pi kapps who're going to ask what I'm on
Tell them that fun shit, that dumb shit that Ricon
That same wave you vibe on, is not one I ride on
Tracks I lay pipe on, hope it entice you
Why only like me only if I was more like you
Why only like me only if I was to write you
Something spiteful, ambitious, it'd be a bite full
All my struggles in my life made me right
Besides a few, who still on sight
So to make amends and say that I'm with them it would be hype
Because I tried forgiving and it only made me fight
So I'll grow old and gray but I'll never grow tight
The more I preach, man, the more you flight
And mama told me, Be great son, don't know why you're riddled with fear
Ma they think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
Think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
You think this, you think t-think this, you think t-think this, gone
Think this is an act but these ain't Hollywood Tears
I'm gone
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Writer(s): Alex Wassell
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