Hollywood High 16

[Intro: Nick Crawford]
Smoking dank I'm on—
Smoking dank I’m on my skateboard catching hang time
What's your gang sign? throw it up like what you bang slime
Dank I'm on my skateboard catching hang time
What’s your gang sign? throw it up like what you bang slime

[Chorus: Christian Cicilia & Nick Crawford]
So just forget the world, you don't need no one else to run to
It's a shame that I told you that I loved you
It's okay if you don't feel the same
We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain
Now they got me signing autographs and all of that
And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home
It's gon’ be a minute cause I’m on the road
Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won’t let you go

[Verse 1: Christian Cicilia]
I won't let you go, I'ma hold on
Girl let's get this show on the road, it’s been so long since we last spoke
Keep your clothes on, I'm just tryna prolong this night
We can make out for the whole song, this time
If you really want to, cause I really want you
We can blast those new tracks that I put you on to
Please say yes, I'll come well-dressed
Ready to impress and prove to you I'm not just next-best
And it's killing me, told me she would love me 'til infinity
Then in a week, said she wasn't into me and that she saw me differently
Was I so naïve to believe that?
I admit that I should've seen that coming

[Chorus: Christian Cicilia & Nick Crawford]
So just forget the world
You don't need no one else to run to
It's a shame that I told you that I loved you
It's okay if you don't feel the same
We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain
Now they got me signing autographs, and all of that
And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home
It's gon' be a minute cause I'm on the road
Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won't let you go

[Verse 2: Nick Crawford]
I think she the one for me, I can't say that subtly
Then I turned my head and let him sweep you up from under me
So if he turned up dead I'd probably tell you that it wasn't me
Even though it was, never felt this type of love
I'm addicted to her body, oh no I can't get enough
And she ain't just anybody, really think that she the one
So I might just get a ring for her, do just 'bout anything for her
Cop a mink for her, get them new designer things for her
Talk about her in my songs because she liked it when I sang for her
And I can't lie, you really made my fucking world go 'round
And we had a lot of bridges and they all burned down
But we all grown now, so it's all good now, yeah

[Chorus: Christian Cicilia & Nick Crawford]
So just forget the world
You don't need no one else to run to
It's a shame that I told you that I loved you
It's okay if you don't feel the same
We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain
Now they got me signing autographs, and all of that
And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home
It's gon' be a minute cause I'm on the road
Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won't let you go

[Outro: Christian Cicilia & Nick Crawford]
Got no clout to her name, not an ounce of the fame
Got an ounce of cocaine and it's stuck on my face
Been a couple of days since she called me
Blowin' up her phone tryna figure out what's wrong, see
I'm not used to having bitches on me
Now I'm getting money so they want me
And I love all too often
And I think I fall in love all too often
All too often, all too often