dead celebrities - Easy Life

I don’t wanna play out

Chose the grayest 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

Sundrench and camomile kisses

Broken bones and wish bone wishes

All you can eat, take a bow, no FOMO, no sleep

Can a woman teach me how to be the man?

Tropicana and sand, all I ever wanted was a jam

All I ever 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

Sundrenched and 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