I don't wanna play out
Chose the greatest day to come to L.A
Make sure the door doesn't hit me
on the way out
Eleven hour trip on a plane, well,
that's a very long way for a day out
In a city full of suicide dreams,
movie stars, and scenes
Plastic cemeteries
Throw the stars on the floor,
walk the golden mile
Sun-drenched in camomile kisses
Broken bones and wishbone wishes
All you can eat, take a bow,
no FOMO, no sleep
Can't a woman teach me
how to be the man?
Tropicana and sand,
all I ever wanted was a jam
All I never needed was a plan
Ridin' with my models
in the back of a cop car
Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Settin' fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames
with some champagne and pills
If you let me, I could be
Your dead celebrity
I don't wanna fade out
Sign my membership for the 27 Club
Everyone around me wants a way out
Or when I'm struggling to cover my tracks
Should I be worried
'bout the scandal or the play out?
(Scandal or the play out?)
When everything I own is on tick
And slippin' through my grip
My classic ego trip
Go back to LC, walk the golden mile
Sun-drenched in dry-lip kisses
Some hits and some near misses, oh well
We'll be dropping like flies,
calling three nines
2016, it happens sometimes
Not everyone lives, but everyone dies
Ridin' with my models
in the back of a cop car
Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Settin' fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames
with some champagne and pills
If you let me, I could be
Your dead celebrity
But I always take it too far, too far
Hard to know when I'm close to the edge
All I need's respect
Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead
If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity
