In this country that invites you to dream
That they'll gift you love, fame and booze
Who's gonna deny you talent and sensitivity?
Two months in a motel every night at the Echoplex
Here we've come to lose our innocence
All that we have to do
Is get high till dawn, wake up on the beach
And chase the heartbeat of a flash, life on Instagram
To be born through the fire
And a Mercedes Benz at the bar's door
The world at your feet, that's how it should be
And look like a million dollars
A master plan written on cellophane
Without breathing till the final stretch
It's hot and you dress better
And you can show part of your investment
You can't stop, you can't go back
A family drama and anxiety attacks
They say that you shouldn't tell your secrets to anyone else
But there are footprints impossible to erase
The world at your feet, that's how it should be
And look like a million dollars
A master plan written on cellophane
Without breathing till the final stretch
The world at your feet, that's how it should be
And look like a million dollars
A master plan written on cellophane
Without breathing till the final stretch