Dead Celebrities

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