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Spoken: |
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Hollywood, Calfornia |
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City of smoke and mirrors... and bullshit |
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City will chew you up man. |
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Chorus: |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Paparazzi all up in this bitch. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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TMZ on the ****in' scene. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Man, everyone out here is full of shit. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Never got his star on the boulevard. |
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Verse 1: |
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Everybody love Raymond but no one love me. |
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I'm a washed up VJ roamin the streets. |
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I'm holdin' my meat |
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cause ain't no hoes ever recognizin' me. I'm finished. |
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Popeye without the spinach |
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Career over, it's rediculous |
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I wish I had a fine lady |
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but I can't afford a Merce-a-dees. |
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I ain't got a job |
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Been dressed for less |
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Shop at *?????* |
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My agent don't call me back, ever |
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Since I been smokin' crack. |
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Dag nab it. |
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I reinvented myself as Dirt Nasty |
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Cause I'm the worst at actin'. |
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Try rappin', let's see what happens baby. |
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Chorus: |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Never got his star on the boulevard. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Never got his star on the boulevard. |
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Verse 2: |
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I get dissed at the club. |
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I'm so D-List. No more ****in' love. |
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My future used to look bright. |
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Now it look like shit with speed in the pipe. |
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I sold my Viper |
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for weed money and a ****in' lighter. |
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I used to wake up with hotties |
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Nowadays, I wake up with zombies. |
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Anthony Michael Hall, |
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Kirk Cameron, I need to talk to y'all. |
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I walk to the mall |
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in a Scary Movie shirt. My cock, my balls. |
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Borrow money from my mother |
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cause my career is in the ****in' gutter. |
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I'm just another |
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True Hollywood Story, mother****er. |
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Chorus: |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Never got his star on the boulevard. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Never got his star on the boulevard. |
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Verse: |
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Put a bullet in my head |
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But this ain't no bullshit movie set. |
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My life's a mess. |
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can't afford good sh- gotta smoke the stress. |
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I hit rock bottom |
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Tabasco sauce in my Top Ramen. |
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Game over, partner. |
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My life's over, like La Bamba. |
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Chorus: |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Never got his star on the boulevard. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. |
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True Hollywood Story. |
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Never got his star on the boulevard. |
