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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RookXX
RookXX
Drums
mgk
mgk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Basil
Steve Basil
Songwriter
John Cappelletty
John Cappelletty
Songwriter
Brandon Allen
Brandon Allen
Songwriter
Rami Eadeh
Rami Eadeh
Songwriter
Richard Colson Baker
Richard Colson Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BazeXX
BazeXX
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sean Kellett
Sean Kellett
Recording Engineer
Nick Mac
Nick Mac
Recording Engineer
Brandon “SlimXX” Allen
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Rami Beatz
Rami Beatz
Producer
mgk
mgk
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Am I wrong for bein' lost?
The pressures of bein' boss
Exhausted every bone in my body, I can't walk
I don't talk, I scream, I don't stop to think
I'm so close to the dream that I can't go to sleep
Ironic, I know, so I need more chronic to roll
Tryna find what's more important, the money or my soul
It's cold, I'm low, I'm caught between the roads
Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow
[Verse 2]
Uh, yo, how could look me in the face?
You sat at the table with my daughter
Promisin' you got us right after you finished sayin' grace
Why don't you tell her what you're hidin' in the bank?
It's time to cut my lawn and see the snakes
It's time to tell the truth to every fan
Who doesn't understand that it's because of you they had to wait
While you left me here to deal with all the hate
I still smile but feel so fake
It's no sun, the clouds are opaque
So much shade I read on one page
I can't even look at your name without gettin' the shakes
What a mistake, uh
Look how you take, uh
What doesn't belong to you, this was a rape
And if fate send us both to heaven
I'ma keep a blade in my leather so I can kill you at the gate, uh
[Chorus]
First place
Isn't worth it when you see it's all
Two-faced
Tryna fit into a world with no
New space
Commit third-degree murder
What for?
Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
First place
Isn't worth it when you see it's all
Two-faced
Tryna fit into a world with no
New space
Commit third-degree murder
What for?
Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
[Verse 3]
I woke up sweatin', tryna forget I'm in a mansion
Because fans are mad at my expansion
And my friend I thought was family who'd always understand me
Got offended 'cause he jealous, we're supposed to be at the Grammys
I'm askin' when did pride and passion get mistaken for handouts and ass kissin'?
The fact is I made it from trailer trash to Saks 5th
Took it from underground to massive and the come-up was classic
Back when white boys rapped, they gettin' they ass kicked
I was battlin', puttin' these rappers in caskets
I was walkin' home, gettin' jumped after classes
Tell me, why don't my haters mention that shit now?
My rent is due and I'm the tenant gettin' by with no credit
Got residue from sedative I ain't get from the medic
My schedule is so fuckin' hectic but still, I'm in debt
I'd be better off dead so life insurance keeps my family fed
It's because of y'all, I couldn't separate from my career
'Cause of y'all, I hated myself for so many years
'Cause of you, you ain't never gonna see me trust
Even if I got a wife, she's just somebody I fuck
[Chorus]
First place
Isn't worth it when you see it's all
Two-faced
Tryna fit into a world with no
New space
Commit third-degree murder
What for?
Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
First place
Isn't worth it when you see it's all
Two-faced
Tryna fit into a world with no
New space
Commit third-degree murder
What for?
Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
[Outro]
The City of Angels, danger
The City of Angels, danger
Written by: Brandon Allen, Colson Baker, John Cappelletty, Rami Eadeh, Steve Basil
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