City of smoke and mirrors and bullshit
City will chew you up man
Paparazzi all up in this bitch
Man, everyone out here is full of shit
Never got his star on the boulevard
Everybody love Raymond but no one love me
I'm a washed up VJ roamin' the streets
'Cause ain't no hoes ever recognizin' me
Popeye without the spinach
Career over, it's ridiculous
But I can't afford a Merce-a-dees
My agent don't call me back, ever
Since I been smokin' crack
I reinvented myself as Dirt Nasty
'Cause I'm the worst at actin'
Try rappin', let's see what happens, baby
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip
Never got his star on the boulevard
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip
Never got his star on the boulevard
I'm so D-List, no more fuckin' love
My future used to look bright
Now it look like shit with speed in the pipe
For weed money and a fuckin' lighter
I used to wake up with hotties
Nowadays, I wake up with zombies
Kirk Cameron, I need to talk to y'all
In a Scary Movie shirt, my cock, my balls
Borrow money from my mother
'Cause my career is in the fuckin' gutter
True Hollywood story, motherfucker
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip
Never got his star on the boulevard
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip
Never got his star on the boulevard
But this ain't no bullshit movie set
Can't afford good Kush, gotta smoke the stress
Tabasco sauce in my Top Ramen
My life's over, like La Bamba
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip
Never got his star on the boulevard
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip
Never got his star on the boulevard