Lyrics

No denying this, I'm okay with it I'm Giving in to our natural abilities I can feel the heat, increase in temperature Sweat it out making love on the devils seat This is the last call of calls for the lost and confused, there's a few We're serving up confidence for the lack of your own, vanity We'll butter you up, you'll be our purest property A summer model who everybody thinks you should be An action hero, romantic kind of celebrity Who tells you what you should be Who tells you who you will be No denying this, I'm okay with it I'm Giving in to our natural abilities I can feel the heat, increase in temperature Sweat it out making love on the devils seat Oh I'm caught up in the moment again A taste you knew would make me give in If Hollywood's a fairytale It was made up just to make me fail Oh I'm caught up in the moment again A taste you knew would make me give in If Hollywood's a fairytale It was made up just to make me fail I'm giving in to the night, going up I'm enough for the tough for the people who decide I'm enough Snap a picture shake it take it make it prove I'm enough, I'm enough We'll butter you up, you'll be our purest property A summer model who everybody thinks you should be An action hero, romantic kind of celebrity Who tells you what you should be Who tells you who you will be No denying this, I'm okay with it I'm Giving in to our natural abilities Oh I'm caught up in the moment again A taste you knew would make me give in If Hollywood's a fairytale It was made up just to make me fail Oh I'm caught up in the moment again A taste you knew would make me give in If Hollywood's a fairytale It was made up just to make me fail Action camera lights flashing bright Make your decision based more on real life Trust your instincts, fuck what they think Do what you do, stay true to you Walk the right path, your talking like that Positivity is spread within No one fights back when you've got peace Going forward, force release Time is ours, use it well, music flows, the beat compels Hold your soul it's not gold to sell, listen close I've got more to tell Oh I'm caught up in the moment again A taste you knew would make me give in If Hollywood's a fairytale It was made up just to make me fail Oh I'm caught up in the moment again A taste you knew would make me give in If Hollywood's a fairytale It was made up just to make me fail
Writer(s): Brandon Lay, Brett Tyler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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