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.
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