I don't wanna play out
Chose the greatest day to come to L. A
Make sure the door doesn't hit me on the way out
Eleven hour trip on a plane, well
that's a very long way for a day out
In a city full of suicide dreams, movie stars, and scenes
Plastic cemeteries
Throw the stars on the floor, walk the golden mile
Sun-drenched in camomile kisses
Broken bones and wishbone wishes
All you can eat, take a bow, no FOMO, no sleep
Can't a woman teach me how to be the man?
Tropicana and sand, all I ever wanted was a jam
All I never needed was a plan

Ridin' with my models in the back of a cop car
Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Settin' fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me, I could be
Your dead celebrity

I don't wanna fade out
Sign my membership for the 27 Club
Everyone around me wants a way out
Or when I'm struggling to cover my tracks
Should I be worried 'bout the scandal or the play out?
(Scandal or the play out?)
When everything I own is on tick
And slippin' through my grip
My classic ego trip
Go back to LC, walk the golden mile
Sun-drenched in dry-lip kisses
Some hits and some near misses, oh well
We'll be dropping like flies, calling three nines
2016, it happens sometimes
Not everyone lives, but everyone dies

Ridin' with my models in the back of a cop car
Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Settin' fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me, I could be
Your dead celebrity

But I always take it too far, too far
Hard to know when I'm close to the edge
All I need's respect
Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead

If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity