Lyrics Bright Like Hollywood - Atom Smith feat. Burkey

Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages
Come on down
It's the greatest show on earth

Welcome everybody, with ease
I'm the man on the flying trapeze
Never slip wit the quickest of grip
Give back with a cap to tip

Known to captivate
Putting out flames with gasoline
Rip City
Dame Dollar Billy
4th quarter god
Put my name in ya mouth, really

Feels good
Knocking on wood
Hope my luck keeps up
Wish I could
Tell my young self

Lost in the wind
It'll all make sense out in the end
And you don't even really need to groove
But if can't dance maybe just move
Off the dance floor cuz it's our time
For-get the day
Let's celebrate life (Hey)

Hey hey
Keep it pretty
She a stunna
Be a gunner
Big City

Hey yo
Shot caller
Be the change
Keep the change
Keep ballin

Hey hey
Don't matter Forget what they say
Kill the noise
Beat the chatter

Same jersey on my back
Same view
Take em off the streets
Bright light like Hollywood

No trace
Outta place
So bad with a name and a face
But I remember how ya made me feel though
And if it's good thats mass appeal (Uh)
And whatcha status yield it aint' shit
It's what ya kin folk say thats some real spit
And if it put ya heals and run
Thats how I know that the game is done

Feels good
Knocking on wood
Hope my luck keeps up
Wish I could
Tell my young self
Lost in the wind
It'll all work out in the end
And you don't even really need to groove
But if can't dance maybe just move
Off the dance floor cuz it's our time
For-get the day
Let's celebrate life

Hey hey hey
Keep it pretty
She a stunna
Be a gunner
Big City

Hey hey
Shot caller
Be the change
Keep the change
Keep ballin

Hey hey
It don't matter
Forget what they say
Kill the noise
Beat the chatter

Same jersey on my back same view yo
Take em off the streets
Bright light like Hollywood

Aye sum keep hundred
She a gunna
She a stunner
On a runner
She areal good looker
Got a cooker
And a sub woffa
Fresh like a cooler
Oh sure
Ya feeling thirsty
Saw me standing
Told me boy ya gotta search me
Heard ya handy
Heard u cut it like a surgeon
Baby heard U feelin close metamorphis

Oh u a real shot caller
Keep em on they toes
Free throws to a baller
Shoot the rock calling bottoms
When ya shot em
Eyes on her throttle
Make em Hollar till ya got em see less