[Chorus: Everlast]
Keep an eye out for your soul, girl
Don’t let them Devils take it away
All that glitters is not gold, girl
Hollywood is a dangerous place to play
Keep an out for your soul, girl
'Cause ain’t nothing getting rid of the stain
The hills are dark, the hills are cold, girl
They’re soaked in blood, they’re draped in pain
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Her heels clicking on the black asphalt
Her beauty’s a pistol and a passport
I couldn’t tell her nothing, look what her titties and her ass bought
You never asked what that cost, tell her that she can’t afford it
Next thing you know she gotta have it, she can’t avoid it
Champagne dreams, caviar wishes
Barely eighteen with bad intentions, baby, take heed
Don’t just laugh and stress the fact I’m in the music business
Accuse me of using bitches
You’re probably right, that guarantees it’s the truth I’m spitting
Trust Nobody, question everything
The only thing certain is death eventually
And how perception is received
Deception is conceived, sex, drugs, decadence, and greed
You’re my daughter, I raised you to be a queen
It seems like it was just yesterday you were born
I take responsibility for putting you onto the truth
To the Devils and the Gods it doesn’t matter if you live in the rain
You can’t wash it out, 'cause nothing gets rid of the stain
Keep an eye out for your soul, girl
Don’t let them Devils take it away
All that glitters is not gold, girl
Hollywood is a dangerous place to play
Keep an out for your soul, girl
'Cause ain’t nothing getting rid of the stain
The hills are dark, the hills are cold, girl
They’re soaked in blood, they’re draped in pain
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Her heels clicking on the black asphalt
Her beauty’s a pistol and a passport
I couldn’t tell her nothing, look what her titties and her ass bought
You never asked what that cost, tell her that she can’t afford it
Next thing you know she gotta have it, she can’t avoid it
Champagne dreams, caviar wishes
Barely eighteen with bad intentions, baby, take heed
Don’t just laugh and stress the fact I’m in the music business
Accuse me of using bitches
You’re probably right, that guarantees it’s the truth I’m spitting
Trust Nobody, question everything
The only thing certain is death eventually
And how perception is received
Deception is conceived, sex, drugs, decadence, and greed
You’re my daughter, I raised you to be a queen
It seems like it was just yesterday you were born
I take responsibility for putting you onto the truth
To the Devils and the Gods it doesn’t matter if you live in the rain
You can’t wash it out, 'cause nothing gets rid of the stain
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