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Hollywood Ghosts - John Michael Howell
Lyrics by：John Michael Howell
Composed by：John Michael Howell
They only come round when the sun's down
Name's on a star but they're fallin so far
From the lord now
Guess the money good
Lookin for their soul at the bottom of a bottle that they sold out
Tryna wash out
All their sins in the city of the angels now
But they never could mmm
Cause angels turn to ghosts out in Hollywood
Hollywood Hollywood mmm
Hollywood Hollywood mmm
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Guess the money don't pay for the pain
It takes to get it get it
To get it get it
Rather cry in a Benz than figure out why you're in it in it
You're in it in it
Climb all the way to the top to find
You never knew why you climbed so high
Trading your soul when the money good money good
Livin as a ghost in Hollywood Hollywood
Hollywood Hollywood mmm
Livin as a ghost in livin as a ghost in
Hollywood Hollywood mmm
Livin as a ghost in livin as a ghost in LA
Where your wings go
Cause I ain't seein anymore streets of gold
Did they fall out
Or were they ever there from the start now
I don't wanna know I don't wanna know
Hollywood
Could I kick the gold
I don't know I would know I would
Who am I to blaim who am I to blame
Who's to say I wouldn't do the same do the same
Would I break my back bowin for trophies
Bend a knee for causes so empty
Gain the world when it would take my soul
Hide my face like holly holly ghosts
Guess the money don't pay for the pain
It takes to get it get it
To get it get it
Rather cry in a Benz than figure out why you're in it in it
You're in it in it
Climb all the way to the top to find
You never knew why you climbed so high
Trading your soul when the money good money good
Livin as a ghost in Hollywood Hollywood
Hollywood Hollywood mmm
Livin as a ghost in livin as a ghost in
Hollywood Hollywood mmm
Livin as a ghost in livin as a ghost in
