作词 : John Michael Howell
作曲 : John Michael Howell
They only come around when the sun's down
Name's on a star but they're fallin so far from the lord now
Guess the money good
Looking for their soul at the bottom of a bottle that they sold out
Tryna to wash out all their sins in the city of the angels now
But they never could
Cause angels turn to ghosts out in Hollywood
Cause the money don't pay for the pain it takes to get it
To get it, get it
Rather cry in a benz than figure out why you're in it
You're in it,in it
Climb all the way to the top to find
You never know why you're climbed so high
Trading your soul when the money good
Living as a ghosted in Hollywood
LA,where your wings go
Cause I ain't seein anymore streats of gold
Did they fall out or were they ever there from the start now
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know Hollywood
Could I kick the gold? I don't know I would
Who am I to blame,Who am I to blame?
Who's to say that I wouldn't do the same?
Would I break my back bowin for trophies
Bend a knee for causes so empty
Gain the world when it would take my soul
Hide my face like hollow holly ghosts
Cause the money don't pay for the pain it takes to get it
To get it, get it
Rather cry in a benz than figure out why you're in it
You're in it,in it
Climb all the way to the top to find
You never know why you're climbed so high
Trading your soul when the money good
Living as a ghosted in Hollywood