Hollywood (feat. Buba Corelli)

Hotel, pain and blood, karma in the lobby
Dreaming of Hollywood alone in the room
Hotel, pain and blood, karma in the lobby
Dreaming of Hollywood alone in the room
And sleepless nights smirk at us
Half drunk, lips tingling
Heart skipping beats, legs trembling
Fake tears, those don't cry

Green-eyed, everyone skips for you
Without witnesses, you lead me, close to hell, RIP
I don't know how long you'll keep jumping on my ego like a trip
I'm out of it every time you sit in my VIP
I don't know if it's me, bae, or if it's the codeine's fault
You won't sit with them, because you're used to fame
You have cash to f*ck around, she's anything but basic
That's all I'll say, I'm real and not a fake guy

Hotel, pain and blood, karma in the lobby
Dreaming of Hollywood alone in the room
Hotel, pain and blood, karma in the lobby
Dreaming of Hollywood alone in the room
And sleepless nights smirk at us
Half drunk, lips tingling
Heart skipping beats, legs trembling
Fake tears, those don't cry
In a joint of Cali kush, room 212, come in and turn on the shower right away
She's naked over the table, everything around is falling apart
Her new lipstick is still half smeared
Rich shower, doesn't know any limits
All those evil friends are making it worse
It's even worse, now she's pretending in front of the world
Like when life hits everything with a hook, defend yourself
She dreams of Beverly, Sodom and Gomorrah
Where everyone is unfaithful, icy as if they were the only ones
Northern, cold hearts like white from Medellín
Every day of the week (Sweet dreams)

Hotel, pain and blood, karma in the lobby
Dreaming of Hollywood alone in the room
Hotel, pain and blood, karma in the lobby
Dreaming of Hollywood alone in the room
And sleepless nights smirk at us
Half drunk, lips tingling
Heart skipping beats, legs trembling
Fake tears, those don't cry