Tourist

There's a house over the hill that somebody died in There's a pool down in the backyard I would love to lie in It's the first time that I'm in the Hills, I kind of like it So I hope you don't leave me alone You got celebs on your left and right working the night shift Can't tell if they lying to my face, they come off righteous No way I could match the old days to what half this night is So I pray you don't leave me alone Pain dripping on my leather seats with windows down 'Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know Veins ripping, oh, don't let them see how I changed the sound Yeah, it hurts for me to know I'm not a tourist no more, no more Mercedes Benz on these narrow streets I'm tryna ride in Drug dealers in their mansions that they love to hide in Dog days, but melancholy nights, we start to like this So I hope that you leave me alone Pain dripping on my leather seats with windows down 'Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know Veins ripping, oh, don't let them see how I changed the sound Yeah, it hurts for me to know I'm not a tourist no more, no more I'm not a tourist no more, no more, no 10 years have gone by and I'm burning up, I'm burning up Remind me now, why did I run out here? Rumors on the side that I'm earning some, but not enough Money and love from you is true Pain dripping on my leather seats as windows down 'Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know Veins ripping, oh, don't let them see how I changed the sound Yeah, it hurts for me to know I'm not a tourist no more, no more I'm not a tourist no more, no more I'm not a tourist, no --- Tourist - Quinn XCII