Gold

de Bebe Rexha

We're all posers, just free-loaders
We're just losing our minds
Losing our minds all the time
That's why I won't go home
To that party life bullshit

California Sun all the time, aye
We wanna be famous, but don't wanna be hated
We're just hiding our crimes
Hiding our crimes to get by
No, I won't go home

'Cause no more rockstars
Live in LA anymore (oh)
LA anymore (oh)
No more rockstars live in LA

What're we doing for ya?
What're we doing? Yeah
What do we stand for, huh?
Haven't we had enough?
No one taught you trust, babe
No one taught you trust, babe
Don't care about love anymore, drugs anymore
Fr-friends anymore

My thoughts go blah-blah-blah
I get so numb, but that's not fun
Adam did me wrong, daddy hates my songs
Gotta kiss some ass, gotta make that cash
If you wanna talk shit, just say it to my face
Don't act like you're a saint
So come on, come on, come on, come on
And tell me how much you hate me

We're all posers, just free-loaders
We're just losing our minds
Losing our minds all the time
That's why I won't go home
To that party life bullshit

California Sun all the time, aye
We wanna be famous, but don't wanna be hated
We're just hiding our crimes
Hiding our crimes to get by
No, I won't go home

'Cause no more rockstars
Live in LA anymore (oh)
(No rockstars live in LA anymore)
LA anymore (oh)

No more rockstars live in LA anymore
(No rockstars live in LA anymore)
LA anymore (oh)
No more rockstars live in LA

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