The Hills Are Burning

The hills are burning The hills are burning down Shining mountain It's burning to the ground Wind and fire I feel it all around 'Cause the hills are burning The hills are burning down This ain't a tale for the fairies It ain't a little house on the prairie Picket fence, grow old, and get buried This ain't no place to go and get married I'm back in it, bright lights and fast living Night life, I'm back chasing these bad women Who wanna do me? Heard you wanna school me I never learned, baby, I'll take you to class with me All hail the American dream But I'm afraid that LA ain't what it seems Believing fantasies, fairytales, and fables And getting rich quick still thinking it's stable What's the price of your soul? I been wondering what's the price of your soul? Movie star life, so enticed by the role You give away the control, sell your rights for a goal Splendor, abundance, dollar, cash, excess A shame integrity can't match success A city of angels sleeping with demons Listen to me 'cause I have to confess 'Cause everybody wanna be right but not righteous Everybody wanna live life but live lifeless City can't sleep and the hills are burning It's a twenty-first century American crisis, uh Are you moving, moving, moving? Are you moving fast? The way you do it, do it, do it You know you could crash It's a movie, movie, movie We just movie cast So move it, move it, move it Baby, hit that dash The hills are burning The hills are burning down Shining mountain It's burning to the ground Wind and fire I feel it all around 'Cause the hills are burning The hills are burning down Burn, baby, burn Fifteen years, I never did learn The hills were burning and I wasn't concerned You reap what you sow, you make what you earn In rat races, you been stagnating Chasing fat raises, you're never gone get My life is fast pace but it's never gone slip Cup is so full but it's never gone tip In a land of lawless, conman and convicts In love with brunettes but I dance with blonde chicks Paradox, contrast, and conflict The Palisades burning, like a bomb hit, uh No sugar, it's the mortified truth How do you grow old when they glorify youth? Now she seventy-two but going on twenty And he went broke from acting like he got money When you get enough bands, the world is bland color A girl at your hand, you know that you can't love her Now it's 2AM in the back of a van What's your name, ma'am? Oh wait, it's your grandmother Got a fresh face from the plastic surgeon Looking like a whole contrasting person Chilling with rappers in black Suburbans This the lifestyle, pulling back the curtains Don't got no god, you your own god But vanity, your idol, look at your nose job Praises, what you do for the co-sign? Chasing after feelings you won't find So get your money 'till the river run dry And get punani, 'till they quiver and cry The path to hell is gold, silver, and white Life your life 'till you shrivel and die The hills are burning The hills are burning down Shining mountain It's burning to the ground Wind and fire I feel it all around 'Cause the hills are burning The hills are burning down