Chords for Vic Mensa - Hollywood LA (Official Video)

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[F#m] Hollywood, Los [D#] Angeles.
Hollywood, Los [D] Angeles.
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Hollywood, Los Angeles.
Hollywood, Los Angeles.
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[D] _ _ [F#] Hollywood, Los [F#m] Angeles.
Hollywood, Los Angeles.
Hollywood, Los Angeles.
Hollywood, [F#] Los Angeles.
Hollywood, Los Angeles.
Hollywood, Los Angeles.
[E] Hollywood, Los [F#m] Angeles.
Hollywood, Los Angeles.
[D] My [B]
[F#m] footsteps and actions.
Why do I kill everything I [D#] touch?
Why do [F#m] blood run so deep?
After so long, why it mean so much?
Shadows of a saw man, it could've been a rap.
Could've wrapped up shit, I said [C#] I'm never looking back.
Took a backpack, packed everything I owned into it.
Hopped on a train, threw it on [E] the track.
I guess that's what I do.
[A] At least what I do [D#] best.
I beg my heart and [B] part from you, girl.
You the one that I do [F#m] bless.
With this holy water.
Go Rolly on.
[D#] Take a bubble bath with [B] the preacher's daughter.
That's hot water.
[C#m] Can you imagine magic in the air?
I hear [C#] the passion when I'm passing L's.
I hear a smoking [D#] laughing.
Last laugh of luck.
With love trucks and wagons.
Y'all pass the Dutch.
I don't buff [F#] the dragon.
Niggas be dragging ass.
It don't make shit.
[F#m] And they wonder why it don't [D#] make sense.
Since been a while, they [D] wonder where you been.
I been locked up in that [F#m] basement.
I was 16 with a mixtape.
Now I'm 19 with a mixtape.
[D#] Trying to be 21 with a [D] million dollars.
Like crazy lord, hallelujah, [F#] hallelujah.
Would you dance with me [A] in the rain?
[D#] Would you share your empathy?
[D] Kill my pain, [F#m] paint this picture for me.
I'll be by you, mañana, when you need me.
I'm [D#] gonna call you, call my [B] baby.
Natalia, you the reason.
[F#] Wonder why my feet don't touch [A] the ground.
[D#] Wonder why my feet don't [D] touch the ground.
_ [F#m] Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground.
I'll be by you, mañana, when you need me.
[C#] I'm gonna call you, call me crazy.
[B] Ooh, mama, baby, wanna wonder [F#] why my feet don't touch the [E] ground.
Wonder [F#m] why my feet don't touch the ground.
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Wonder why my feet don't touch [C#m] the ground.
Hollywood, Los [D#] Angeles.
Road streets, good [D] cannabis.
But ooh, I know you're so [A] scandalous.
Hollywood, Los Angeles.
[A] Hollywood, Los [D#] Angeles.
Streets of gold, a good cannabis.
_ [F#] Hollywood, Los [A] Angeles.
Hollywood, Los [D#] Angeles.
Streets of gold, a good cannabis.
But ooh, I know you're so [C#m] scandalous.
Scandal-y, but still scared [F#m] to stay.
Stank your tent, disappear in a [D#] way.
When you're in the fade-out [B] field with regret,
I put a gun to your head and take it out with [F#] a bang.
Suicide letter, signed Kurt Cobain.
Suicide letter, signed [D#] Kurt Cobain.
Drank in my cup when I'm cutting [A] my wrist,
cause all these rap niggas all sound so [F#] sane.
I'ma say this just one last time, this one last thing.
People are sheep to the radio,
heard it don't take too much to make a dumbass sing.
Sing along with me, sing [F#m] along, it's your jam.
Ladies, it's your favorite song.
In the mid, put this on.
Get your Xan, get in your [F#] zone.
I can tell, I see she [A] know.
She know she don't [D#] need no more.
She been drinking way too much.
Must admit, you [F#m] way too cold.
I caught [F#] you looking, crossed that roof.
[A] You wrong to think that I don't [C#] know.
Your girlfriend probably played that roller floater.
[C#m] You seen this type before.
That's neither here nor there, but [C#] I will say this,
cause I do know that [D#] you're the only one that I need.
That's a [B] fact, and the fact of the matter is I got your back.
[F#m] I'll be by ya mañana when you leave me.
You [D#] gon' call ya, call my [F#] baby.
I'll tell ya, you the reason.
One, don't wipe my feet, don't touch [E] the ground.
One, don't [F#m] wipe my feet, don't touch the ground.
One, don't wipe my feet, don't touch the ground.
I'll be by ya mañana when you leave me.
I'm gon' call ya, call me [F#] crazy.
Ooh, mama, baby, wanna wonder why my feet don't touch the [E] ground.
[D#] Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground.
[C#m] Wonder why my feet [E] don't touch the ground.
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground.
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