True Hollywood Story Lyrics & Chords By Dirt Nasty

Spoken:
Hollywood, Calfornia
City of smoke and mirrors... and bullshit
City will chew you up man.

Chorus:
True Hollywood Story.
Paparazzi all up in this bitch.
True Hollywood Story.
TMZ on the fuckin' scene.
True Hollywood Story.
Man, everyone out here is full of shit.
True Hollywood Story.
Never got his star on the boulevard.

Verse 1:
Everybody love Raymond but no one love me.
I'm a washed up VJ roamin the streets.
I'm holdin' my meat
cause ain't no hoes ever recognizin' me. I'm finished.

Popeye without the spinach
Career over, it's rediculous
I wish I had a fine lady
but I can't afford a Merce-a-dees.

I ain't got a job
Been dressed for less
Shop at *?????*
My agent don't call me back, ever
Since I been smokin' crack.

Dag nab it.
I reinvented myself as Dirt Nasty
Cause I'm the worst at actin'.
Try rappin', let's see what happens baby.

Chorus:
True Hollywood Story.
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip.
True Hollywood Story.
Never got his star on the boulevard.
True Hollywood Story.
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip.
True Hollywood Story.
Never got his star on the boulevard.

Verse 2:
I get dissed at the club.
I'm so D-List. No more fuckin' love.
My future used to look bright.
Now it look like shit with speed in the pipe.

I sold my Viper
for weed money and a fuckin' lighter.
I used to wake up with hotties
Nowadays, I wake up with zombies.

Anthony Michael Hall,
Kirk Cameron, I need to talk to y'all.
I walk to the mall
in a Scary Movie shirt. My cock, my balls.

Borrow money from my mother
cause my career is in the fuckin' gutter.
I'm just another
True Hollywood Story, motherfucker.

Chorus:
True Hollywood Story.
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip.
True Hollywood Story.
Never got his star on the boulevard.
True Hollywood Story.
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip.
True Hollywood Story.
Never got his star on the boulevard.

Verse:
Put a bullet in my head
But this ain't no bullshit movie set.
My life's a mess.
can't afford good sh- gotta smoke the stress.

I hit rock bottom
Tabasco sauce in my Top Ramen.
Game over, partner.
My life's over, like La Bamba.

Chorus:
True Hollywood Story.
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip.
True Hollywood Story.
Never got his star on the boulevard.
True Hollywood Story.
Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip.
True Hollywood Story.
Never got his star on the boulevard.