Underneath the glitz and glamour of Tinseltown, lies a gritty reality that's not for the faint-hearted. "Hollywood Baby" is 100 gecs' wry commentary on the superficiality and harshness of Hollywood life. With references to late payments, news statements, and Malibu parties, they paint a picture of a lifestyle that's as precarious as it is glamorous. The repeated phrase "You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby" serves as both a taunt and a warning to those chasing fame. Meanwhile, the 'going crazy at home' suggests an isolation that contrasts sharply with the public image of celebrity life. So next time you dream about strolling down Sunset Boulevard, remember this song and think twice!
Hollywood Baby
Lyrics
What you crying about, baby?
Are you getting lazy?
Clear blue sky but it rains all the late fees
Did you get the payment? We had an arrangement
We don't wanna watch the news, we just read statements
Yeah, do you wanna party? Malibu Barbie
Are you gonna pack that shit up when it all comes tumbling down?
Do you wanna party? Malibu Barbie
Are you gonna pack that shit up when it all comes tumbling down?
So go and pitch your fit, no one gives a shit
Better off if you just get over it
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Are you looking down a mountain?
What you crying 'bout, crying 'bout, crying 'bout now?
Do you buckle under pressure?
Go tumbling, tumbling, tumbling down
So go pitch your fit, no one gives a shit
Better off if you just get over it
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
You'll never make it in Hollywood, baby
I'm going crazy
Little tiny Hollywood baby
Brand new Mercedes
I've been at the crib going crazy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh (woo)
Writer(s): Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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