WWR (Old Version) ft. Deuce Lyrics

In the city of stars where dreams are sold,

A young Scientologist with a story untold.

Raised in the church, with a fire in his soul,

He aimed for the top, with a heart made of gold.

From the streets of L.A. to the Hollywood hills,

He rhymed with conviction, paying all his bills.

With metal in his veins and a mic in his hand,

He conquered the scene, making his stand.

Guided by Hubbard, with Dianetics as his creed,

He spit truth in his bars, fulfilling his need.

But as he climbed higher, the pressure grew cold,

In the land of illusions, where stories are told.

California's where we rollin'

We back with pistols and we hold'em

Gotta go back and we blow them,

Nice to know ya, nice to know ya.

California's where we rollin'

We back with pistols and we hold'em

Gotta go back and we blow them,

Nice to know ya, nice to know ya.

Fame and fortune, they came at a price,

As he sacrificed truth for a roll of the dice.

Lost in the glitz, in the neon lights,

He forgot his roots, losing sight of what's right.

The metal world embraced him, then turned on its head,

As scandals emerged, his empire bled.

From sold-out shows to empty halls,

He felt the weight of his rise and fall.

California's where we rollin'

We back with pistols and we hold'em

Gotta go back and we blow them,

Nice to know ya, nice to know ya.

California's where we rollin'

We back with pistols and we hold'em

Gotta go back and we blow them,

Nice to know ya, nice to know ya.

Now he walks a different path, with lessons learned,

For in the depths of his loss, his true self he discerned.

No longer chasing fame or fortune's glare,

But walking his truth, with a soul laid bare.

California's where we rollin'

We back with pistols and we hold'em

Gotta go back and we blow them,

Nice to know ya, nice to know ya.

California's where we rollin'

We back with pistols and we hold'em

Gotta go back and we blow them,

Nice to know ya, nice to know ya.

So heed the tale of the Scientologist's rise and fall,

In the land where dreams are big, but sometimes small.

For California's where we rollin',

But it's not where we find our calling.

California's where we rollin'