Hollyhood Los - Industry Artist Lyrics

A Rulz we back in this bitch

Sitting in my car
Smoking on cartridge
Stoned as f*ck
Don't even know
Where my heart is
I'm lost right now
Give me some space
I'm stuck in the dark
I swear to god
I'm climbing the charts
I'm a Mexican
Never been a Mexican't
In my city
I'm a stamp
Only going up
Like I'm driving
Up a ramp
Came a long way
Came here
To tell a story
If you hating
Not a worry
Just go home
To your boring life
To your boring wife
Tell her
That you love her
But you really don't
Tell him
That you trust him
But you really won't
Call him
Where he at?
What time he coming back?
Why you want to know
Just go
And do your thing
Why you so clingy
All the time
Need some space
Then you want to get pissed
Because I don't get it
Maybe you just tripping
Or maybe you don't listen
I've been telling you
Some real shit lately
Why you want to hate me
This shit won't effect me

When I'm in the grave
You won't be right next to me

When I'm in the grave
You won't be right next to me

Come take a hit of the weed
Maybe this shits all you need

Come take a hit of the weed
Maybe this shits all you need

I don't really think you get it
Your the right one
But you got the wrong timing
I love you
I always will
Talk a lot about my life
But some things
Are hard to spill
Smoking more crucial
My mind is confused
More then usual

I'm losing myself
I'm losing myself
I'm bad for my heath

I'm losing myself
I'm losing myself
I'm bad for my heath

I'm losing myself

Yah
It was hard at first
But I'm focused on me
I do see
All things you did do
I'm not going to cry
Boo Whoo
If you hate me
It's f*ck you too
I'm just tryna make it
Tired of telling people
I'm just gonna to take it
Music hotter then the oven
I'm just gonna bake it
Sometimes
They buy streams
Sometimes
You gotta fake it
Nobody listen
Had to make them see
Show them all the talent
That your hiding underneath
My scars
And my pain
That shit made me
To busy money chasing
That talent
You gonna lose it
To busy out here
Buying chains
Forgot about the music
I promise
These kids
They look up to you niggas
That fame
You abuse it
You dress f*cking stupid
But I get
Why you do it
Got so much people
You have to prove wrong
But I get
Why
You are
Who
You are

"I get it"
I get why you are who you are
I get why you are who you are

Got so much people
You have to prove wrong

I get why you are who you are
I get it
I get it now