[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Where do I begin? Ay
We so far from the end
Live long enough to sin
So is heaven out the question?
Never met the priest to preach a reverend
But I done met some demons off the 95 and 7
We get high, whatever
Could take trips wherever
Why leave when they all letting California weather
Guеss this Hollywood lifestyle got me going crazy

[Verse]
Damn, I'ma tеll my stories ’til these motherfuckers pay me what I'm owed
That's the whole fucking globe, ay
I never ever sell my soul, but I mighta served you party drugs
I mighta served you poles, ay
Brodie out here playing with his nose
Living popstar dreams, living rockstar goals (goals)
I was led astray by deaths tolls
So I can’t blame, I just pray that we can find the right road (road)
'Cause I know (I know), that life's cold (life's cold)
That's why I'm cooling with this Bottega sweater on (yeah)
Broke homes, break homes
'Cause when that child grows old, broke is all he knows
Ay, can't be one of those

[Chorus]
Where do I begin? Ay
We so far from the end
Live long enough to sin
So is heaven out the question?
Never met the priest to preach a reverend
But I done met some demons off the 95 and 7
We get high, whatever
Could take trips wherever
Why leave when they all letting California weather
Guess this Hollywood lifestyle got me going crazy

[Outro]
Feels like I’m trapped in the same cycles that made me
Racecar, racecar, racecar, racecar
Racecar, racecar, racecar, racecar