Hook: No stars in Hollywood, the sky burnt black Every night dark as hell, can’t see where I’m at Demons on the prowl, hear ‘em breathe down my back Tryna buy my soul cheap, I ain’t signing that contract No stars in Hollywood, just flashes and lies Neon tears fallin’ from angel disguise City never sleeps, just dreams how to die I’m awake in the ruins, tryna live, tryna survive Verse 1: Boulevard broken, palm trees like crosses Fame got a price tag, pain come in boxes Smile for the camera, hide all the losses Heart full of static, mind full of toxins Gold on my neck but my spirit still starving Billboards preach but they feeding us garbage Everybody somebody, nobody honest Sell your whole past for a moment of polish They say “shine bright,” but the sun don’t visit Just cold street lights and bad decisions Echoes of prayers in cracked audition rooms Dreams get buried under cocaine moons Pre-Hook: Hear the whispers when the beat go low “Give me your soul, I’ll give you the glow” I seen too many legends decompose In a city where the devil run the shows Hook: No stars in Hollywood, the sky burnt black Every night dark as hell, can’t see where I’m at Demons on the prowl, hear ‘em breathe down my back Tryna buy my soul cheap, I ain’t signing that contract No stars in Hollywood, just flashes and lies Neon tears fallin’ from angel disguise City never sleeps, just dreams how to die I’m awake in the ruins, tryna live, tryna survive Verse 2: Penthouse hell with a million-dollar view Empty champagne bottles, nothing left to do Friends turn ghosts when the money turn blue Love got an NDA, pain breaking through Contracts written in invisible ink Read the fine print, now you stuck in the sink They don’t want truth, they want blood and a link Viral your trauma, monetize what you think Demons wear suits, shake hands real polite Smile for the deal, stab you slow in the night They say “just one hit, just one line” Next thing you know, you outta your mind Bridge: If I fall, don’t frame me as a myth Don’t sell my name on a playlist of sins I’d rather be broke with my soul intact Than rich in a cage I can’t turn back from Final Hook / Outro: No stars in Hollywood, just ashes that glow City eat the young, then ask where they go Demons always lurking in designer clothes Looking for a soul they can overexpose Every night dark as hell, still I walk alone Heart like a drum in a trap beat zone If I make it out, imma tell ‘em the facts— There was never stars in Hollywood, just black.

No Stars in Hollywood