作词 : Daniel Murillo/Diamond Pistols/Jordon Terrell/Dylan Alvarez

作曲 : Daniel Murillo/Diamond Pistols/Jordon Terrell/Dylan Alvarez

This is my life

Where the **** do I begin?

I'll take what you got

This is Hollywood Undead

************* looking at us

When they want that bread

Got us on a world tour

And it never ends

Making moves, cashing checks

And I'm out the door

Couple bottles, fifteen hundred

Yeah, it's on the floor

Loose, vivid visions

And I think I'm losing all control

My body's frozen, take a hit

Now it's time to go

This rockstar ****

No, it ain't a day job

But I treat it like one

That's 'cause I'm a ******* stud

Champagne bonbons

And you know it's nonstop

Pouring out these bottles

Like Niagra on a drop-top

I forget everything

Yeah, I'm blacked out

Didn't pay the bills

Wifey bugging me to chill out

I act a fool when I see

These girlies' thongs out

Yeah, I'm with the plug

And these strippers got me cashed out

Everybody thrash now

Before we cash out

Spending all this money

High as ****, ain't coming back down

Let's ******* thrash now

Before we cash out

Spending all this money

High as ****, ain't coming back down

Smoking on that blue palm

Sniff a couple pounds

Roll up to that Jumbo's

Yeah, we acting clowns

Strippers on that pole

And you know they break it down

Take a bow, blow a kiss

Bring your sins to my crown

Yeah, I got a couple chains

And they looking nice

One says "RIP"

The other is Jesus Christ

And that's that hippie high life

Smoking at the bright lights

Making bad decisions

Yeah, I do this every night

Everybody thrash now

Before we cash out

Spending all this money

High as ****, ain't coming back down

Let's ******* thrash now

Before we cash out

Spending all this money

High as ****, ain't coming back down

Business got me running from 'em

******* spending money on 'em

Sick that homie Funny on 'em

Stack them bricks and flaunt it on 'em

You fools don't want any problems

Stacking chips and popping bottles

Up in the club with Gucci bottoms

Up in the club with Gucci bottoms

My exes meet my hoes

That ****'s like Tic-Tac-Toe

If a ***** done stole your money

You should get that hoe

And after you get it back

You better spend that dough

Get you a bunch of coke

You better blow that snow

Everybody thrash now

Before we cash out

Spending all this money

High as ****, ain't coming back down

Let's ******* thrash now

Before we cash out

Spending all this money

High as ****, ain't coming back dow