I feel like a Hollywood star Hand full of bills, all black cars Rock guitar and 10 shots of whiskey Got the chain on my neck and a massive hickey
I put on the light, I shine, I glow Whoa is me, I’m so whoa
I’m surrounded by people, I’m cool Everyone’s so see-through, not you I know you think I don’t hustle, I do Used to get up for the bus now I fly do Drive by you, I’ll buy you Alright, then I’ll bite your style I try to act like a child
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