Lyrics
Makin' an entrance, just a modern phenomenon.
Fighting an uphill battle, but I feel like I've already won.
Misunderstood Galactic Introvert.
And even though it may come off like it, I swear I'm not a jerk.
Found the love of my life down in 'Slimey Valley.'
Got a lot of painful memories back home in Southern Cali.
No Mr, Policeman I'm not on probation.
I just want you to like me is my honest intention.
I'm just another product of my generation.
Why do these racist cops think I'm from the hood?
Well it's just another night in Hollywood!
(Pre-Chorus)
You think you know me?
Well you don't know a fucking thing.
You say you see right through me.
Well I can't help but disagree.
So you think you know me?
Everyone thinks they know me.
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Please stop doing cocaine on the hood of my car.
Please stop doing cocaine on the hood of my car.
I gotta drive home and although it's not far.
You can tell that it's mine 'cause my door is ajar.
So can you please stop doing cocaine on the hood of my car?
Oh yeah, thank you...
Son of a musician that bagged a cheerleader.
And I never forget to pay the parking meter.
Tell me honestly how would you react?
If everyone you've ever known went and turned their back.
But these aren't the facts of like nah, they're just facts.
But I digress let's continue to get back on track.
Talking about rollin' with the 'Blancpains' and the 'Omegas.'
That's why mi familia calls me: "the high roller Ortega."
Once again I fin myself, hangin' with Lucy.
No intention of release, she's got a good hold on me.
And all these racist cops think I'm from the hood.
Well it's just a typical night in Hollywood!
(Pre-Chorus)
So you think you know me.
You don't know a fucking thing.
You say you see right through me.
Well I can't help but disagree.
So you think you know me.
You don't know me.
Everyone thinks they know me.
Everyone thinks they know me.
(Chorus)
Could you please stop doing cocaine!