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Headlocked in this Hollywood armpit Pushed along by ego driven bullshit Dreaming of another place where I can ease my mind The weather's always perfect here but I don't see the sunshine And I'm not blind I've been chasing that old story: rags to riches Forgetting I've had riches to begin with I was a good man in my good ol days But now it seems them good old days are done The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become Before I asked you for your name I would probably ask you if you had cocaine The fuck I care about your life; I only care about mine You ain't no potential wife; I'll only see you one time So let's get high I've been fucking with too many different bitches Calling women bitches to begin with I was a good man in my good ol days But now it seems them good old days are done The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become My life ain't over, not just yet But it's much too late for me to not regret Letras de cancionesThe days and nights I've wasted, how I've spent my borrowed time I wasn't raised to be so empty, selfish or unkind I don't know why If I knew God I'd ask him for forgiveness And why he even put me here to begin with I was a good man in my good ol days But now it seems them good old days are done The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become From Letras Mania