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Always sunny here in LA

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Saturday

And wear your Sunday best every chance you get

Show off your latest trends

All your cars parked in your driveway

Get you one step closer to fame

Droppin names every chance you get

Ain’t you so good at playing pretend

Stars are born on silver screens

Look at em’ shine underneath the chandelier gleam

But look a little closer, closer you’ll see

That the stardust ain’t magic

And the chandelier’s plastic

My friends all like me when I wear Louis

Sun Kissed legs, highlights and Gucci

Movin up in the in-crowd, a hot take

But old news the next day

Stars are born on silver screens

Look at em’ shine underneath the chandelier gleam

But look a little closer, closer you’ll see

That the stardust ain’t magic

And the chandelier’s plastic

All that money and status

It’s all a little tragic

I was born into gold

The golden taste it tastes like rust

Taste of rust on the tip of your tongue

Stars are born on silver screens

We wear em’ down, forget the gleam

But look a little closer, closer you’ll see

That the stardust ain’t magic

And the chandelier’s plastic

All that money and status

It’s all a little tragic

Even when you have it

The chandelier’s plastic