Good morning, from Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2
I hope you like what we've done with the place
We don't live in black and white anymore
It's only technicolour now baby and I love it
And there are so many creeps down the boulevard daily
Call my mother Lily! Cos I'm gonna be a star
I'm gonna change my name, and buy a Mercedes
Call my mother Lily! Cos I'm gonna be a fucking star
Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2
Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2
No I never, I never want to head back down
To Camden Town not since I'm making friends with the Fonda's
These are the big leagues, I'm playing gold in Bel-Air
While they play with my hair and I don't like it
Yeah, there's a guy downtown nearly six-feet tall
Call my mother Lily! He's gonna make me a star
And all he needs is a whole, to bury his envy
Call my mother Lily! He's gonna make me a fucking star
Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2
Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2
And I'll never have hair like Timothées, his barber won't make me an appointment
His luscious locks they plague my soul
And Billie won't go out with me, why won't she go out with me
I've got more followers than her and Ariana combined
Oh I don't like this anymore
I don't think I like this anymore
No, I don't want this anymore
I just wanted to be a fucking star
Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2
Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2
Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2
Hollywood, LA, Pt. 2