HWCA

Girl you know, what is like
Living like you’re in other life
Making somethings good and right
What a dream, I wish get high
Sit on thrones, maybe win or
Maybe I loose everything
I don’t know, 4 AM
What a shit, just give a daam

What you know
What you know
What you know
Living like you’re in Hollywood
What you know
What you know
What you know
Living like you’re in Hollywood

Same trouble, four in weak
Only you make me real think
I don’t care for your exes
Since I’ve became you’re the best
I used to hate my past
But now I know what I left
The old kid, sad and fat
Now I'm better, funny and mad

What you know
What you know
What you know
Living like you’re in Hollywood
What you know
What you know
What you know
Living like you’re in Hollywood

Driving in your city
Yeah I know I'm all about
To hit the car
Stop on bar
In middle town
Drinking in the street
Maybe I hit my face on that
Old little house that are stuck on the map

Driving in your city
Yeah I know I'm all about
To hit the car
Stop on bar
In middle town
Drinking in the street
Maybe I hit my face on that
Old little house that are stuck on the map

Driving in your city
Yeah I know I'm all about
To hit the car
Stop on bar
In middle town
Drinking in the street
Maybe I hit my face on that
Old little house that are stuck on the map

Boots on tight, Sun burnin’ down
Shirt half open, I run this town
Riding proud, feelin’ bold
Then I threw up, warm and cold

Washed him down, brushed that tail
Cologne sprayin’, never fail
Braided mane, diamond clip
Cowboy glam, yeah, that’s my trip

In my Country Arms, yeah I get sick
But clean it up fast, make it look slick
In my Country Arms, dirt to gold
I throw up cute, or so I'm told

Face mask on, his hooves all bright
Tail got curls, he’s feelin’ right
Fed him fruit in the pale moonlight
He neighed on beat, pure cowboy spite

Washed him down, brushed that tail
Cologne sprayin’, never fail
Braided mane, diamond clip
Cowboy glam, yeah, that’s my trip

In my Country Arms, yeah I get sick
But clean it up fast, make it look slick
In my Country Arms, dirt to gold
I throw up cute, or so I'm told