Lylantz - Serpent's Lair

The serpent's lair
The serpent's lair
The serpent's lair
The serpent's lair
Everyone wanna be talk talk
Until the Devil's at their door with the knock knock
Would you sell your soul and have everything
Or put pedal to the metal like a chop shop
Molotov, sawed off
Would you kill to be great
Where's your line stop
There's a price for your dreams in Hollywood
Power is a language, the most understood
I don't really need to speak, eyes talk
Life is a bitch on a tightrope
Got a bad chick with a tight throat
Pyro maestro
It's a game of dice in this city life
They lure you in with the asses nice, titties right
Then you spend a band for a litty night
You justify it by saying that you living right
While you feeling spite
Do not get popped like a 7UP
It's time to stock up on your ammo
But don't be a pony with one trick it's phoney
These artists being groomed
Who's minds they're controlling
The top can get lonely
So stay with the message
Avoid the deception
Create your own heaven
And I'm sick and tired of seeing
Rappers and singers found dead in the scene
Pulling my own weight
Ballin' like KD
Welcome to LA
Fame is a casket
Where they love you on your pay day
Where you get shunned if you nay say
Where if you start screaming out mayday
The media will say that you crazy sadly
Everyone wanna be talk talk
Until the Devil's at their door with the knock knock
Would you sell your soul and have everything
Or put pedal to the metal like a chop shop
Molotov, sawed off
Would you kill to be great
Where's your line stop
There's a price for your dreams in Hollywood
Power is a language, the most understood
What would you do to be great
What would you do to be great
What would you do to be great
What would you do to be great
There's a price for your dreams in Hollywood

Written by:
At-N Ausara-Lasaru

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