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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 11 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 cemetries Throw the stars on the floor, walk the golden mile Some drenched in camomile kisses Broken bones and wishbone wishes All you can eat, take no a bow, no fomo, no sleep Can 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 Riding with models in the back of a cop car Jumping the pool from the roof of a 5-star And one day I could be A distant memory Setting 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 Letras de cancionesWhen I'm struggling to cover my tracks Should I be worried 'bout the scandal or the pay out? (Scandal or the pay out?) When everything I own is on tick And slipping through my grip, my classic ego trip Go back to LC, walk the golden mile Some drenched in dry-lip kisses Some hits and some near-misses, oh well We'll be dropping like flies, gone in three nights 2016, it happens sometimes Not everyone lives but everyone dies Riding with models in the back of a cop car Jumping the pool from the roof of a 5-star And one day I could be A distant memory Setting 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 end All I need's respect Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead If you let me I could be Your dead celebrity From Letras Mania