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letra de broken hollywood dreams - ​maj

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[chorus]
all my hollywood dreams broken
dreams of swervin’ in that lamb’ with the windows open
bands fallin’ off my ass, don’t give no f-cks, b-tch
now that i’m rich, this no longer tempting
[?]
superficial n-gga rockin’ designer, and i’m still sad
i wonder if she’ll love me back tomorrow, this sh-t end fast
this sh-t got me goin’ back into my old ways
i’m on a death race for love, not no jake on the highway

[post-chorus]
i’m off the drugs, so i gotta stay low, low, low
i f-cked your b-tch and we keep it on the low, low, low
i see my opps ’round the side, so i keep the strap low
i see the hate from the world, so i keep my eyes closed

[bridge]
i ain’t sleep, b-tch
i ain’t sleep, b-tch
i ain’t sleep, b-tch
i feel the hate from the world, so i keep my eyes closed
i ain’t sleep, b-tch
i ain’t sleep, b-tch
i ain’t sleep, b-tch
i see thе hate from the world, so i keep my eyеs closed
[verse]
grab the bag, i got adrenaline
f-ck out my face, b-tch, i’m too inconsiderate
smokin’ and drinkin’, i’m losin’, i’m pivotin’
this one is for all the n-ggas that’s losin’ it
most of them n-ggas you ridin’ with, them ain’t y’all n-ggas
they involved with your enemies
i wanna [?], n-gga, i’m built different, huh
guess i came with amenities
i’m too legit to quit, yeah
choppa on me, drum on the clip
i’ma put a line straight through your chest
rest in p-ss, you get no rest
make this city go up, they get no rest
my choppa like an ape with a big ole chest
f-ck nike hoes, gotta put ’em on check
life’s like a ballgame with no ref (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
but i got the tec, b-tch
ride around in the ghost town in a tesla
b-tch, i’m next up, yeah
i don’t f-ck with these p-ssy n-ggas ’cause they extra (i don’t f-ck with n-ggas)
said they wanna be like me, i hope you can catch up

[chorus]
all my hollywood dreams broken
dreams of swervin’ in that lamb’ with the windows open
bands fallin’ off my ass, don’t give no f-cks, b-tch
now that i’m rich, this no longer tempting
[?]
superficial n-gga rockin’ designer, and i’m still sad
i wonder if she’ll love me back tomorrow, this sh-t end fast
this sh-t got me goin’ back into my old ways
i’m on a death race for love, not no jake on the highway
[post-chorus]
i’m off the drugs, so i gotta stay low, low, low
i f-cked your b-tch and we keep it on the low, low, low
i see my opps ’round the side, so i keep the strap low
i see the hate from the world, so i keep my eyes closed

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