Lyrics(I Wrote Them)

Look at all the girls bowing down
To all the fakes in the fame town
Smile for the cameras all around
And do you hear the JB sound
Is this really what’cha want
Cuz, Baby, I can see it
Fading away
You’re gonna hate it
If you don’t change it
If you try to gate it
Up
You’re gonna miss it
If you don’t get it
If you try to quit it
Now
I said you know the truth
Cuz you know what they do
Paparazzi start running or sprint
They’re gonna mess up your life
Get’cha in you head, Baby, Hollywood is dead
You make it sound all real
But it’s not a good deal
I can see it in their stealthy eyes, that dint
They’re gonna make in your life
Get’cha in your head, Baby, Hollywood is dead
Make it go away
All the stupid fame
What’s in the way
Of making it to stay
Is this really what’cha want
Cuz, Baby, I can see it
Racing away

You’re gonna hate it
If you don’t change it
If you try to gate it
Up
You’re gonna miss it
If you don’t get it
If you try to quit it
Now
I said you know the truth
Cuz you know what they do
Paparazzi start running or sprint
They’re gonna mess up your life
Get’cha in you head, Baby, Hollywood is dead
You make it sound all real
But it’s not a good deal
I can see it in their stealthy eyes, that dint
They’re gonna make in your life
Get’cha in your head, Baby, Hollywood is dead
Yeah, uh, oh,
I wantta you know I wantta
Wantta take, take, take it back
Take it back
To the place where you know it all began
We were so little
Nothing really mattered
Nothing got in our way
But now take up a notch, take to the seguinte level
Cuz you know I said
I said you know the truth
Cuz you know what they do
Paparazzi start running or sprint
They’re gonna mess up your life
Get’cha in you head, Baby, Hollywood is dead
You make it sound all real
But it’s not a good deal
I can see it in their stealthy eyes, that dint
They’re gonna make in your life
Get’cha in your head, Baby,