| Slow time goes past in no time
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| You’re dead before you know it so take this Kodak moment
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| And keep it you own it, just look back on it
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| Don’t take it for granted, this photo is your life optic
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| Your memory, you can’t photo-shop it
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| So don’t try to crop it
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| Adjust the colors and background swap it
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| This is YOU, one body, unique person
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| But you keep searching to find a different version
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| You’d give your looks to the hand of a surgeon
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| Stuck under the weather rain drops
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| Cause today society got you brain washed
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| Feed you this visual drug till your brain rots
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| Has your soul burning inside like plain scotch
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| This is Hollywood, you gotta look good
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| Fake tits, fix your nose, now lift up your butt
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| Gotta lose that fat, now tuck in your gut
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| There you go, there you go
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| You need to change your face, your name
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| This is Hollywood, nobody’s good
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| Sell your soul for Hollywood
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| You need to change your face, your name
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| This is Hollywood, nobody’s good
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| Sell your soul for Hollywood
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| Yeah, he wants to be a rapper, slash actor, entertainment
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| There’s a lit up flame inside him, engraved in
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| His dreams to make it, no matter the road he’ll take it
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| He looks up to the greatest and prays that
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| One day he’ll be famous
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| Bigger then big, gigantic, enormous, amazing
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| Nobody wants it as bad he does
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| Walked miles in his Adidas to get a bee buzz
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| Thinks he’s ahead of the game, nobody can keep up
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| He believes it, he breathes it
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| He’s so conceited but doesn’t show it, he’s knows that
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| He’s got skill, he lives for the moment, he signs a deal
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| To be in the light, he’ll do anything
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| And they tell him: you gotta change everything
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| You need to change your face, your name
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| This is Hollywood, nobody’s good
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| Sell your soul for Hollywood
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| You need to change your face, your name
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| This is Hollywood, nobody’s good
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| Sell your soul for Hollywood
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| A girl from from a small town with big dreams
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| Tells her fam she’s gonna be on the big screen
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| She wants to grow up quick, she’s only sixteen
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| She wrote a letter tonight saying she’s gone for good
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| She took the next train all the way to Hollywood
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| And she’s a step closer to being a super star
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| In the newest car driving down the boulevard
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| She don’t know what’s ahead, there’s no clear view
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| Lights flash, paparazzi on her rear view
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| Her movie coming to a theater near you
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| She wakes up from a dream of stardom
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| In a trashed one bedroom apartment
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| She gets up to go to work, she works at a strip-club
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| And she’ll make extra money if you want your freaking dick sucked
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| Yeah, she’s 29 now, she’s in Nip/Tuck
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| And I don’t mean the show, she gotta lift up
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| And she still hasn’t been picked up, shit sucks, its tough
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| Gotta look up and pray, cause today
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| You just sold your soul, you sold your soul
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| You sold your soul
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| You need to change your face, your name
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| This is Hollywood, nobody’s good
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| Sell your soul for Hollywood
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| You need to change your face, your name
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| This is Hollywood, nobody’s good
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| Sell your soul for Hollywood |