I’m headed for the sin city where the pretty women and liquor is sweet
The money spreadin’ like the air that you live and you breathe
Flashing lights, celebrities everywhere
Jealousy everywhere, the pressure of heavy stares, yeah
Model vixen on my lap while I’m Moscato sippin
She says she loves me but I know she’s on that Scottie Pippen
Bull shit, she prolly gav it up to my assistant
She’ll give it to me for the money, like a lotto ticket
Meheh, materialism and betrayal
Is this what I’ve been dreamin of since I was just a day old?
My friends are wonderin, will he every be the same though?
They feel me change by the minute, like a payphone
I used to be a simple man with a simple life
But all the splendor ain’t real, Crystal Light
Now all this green that once shined is my kryptonite
I wonder if I’d change a thing if I lived it twice

(Hook)
Sin City
Sin City
Sin City
You don’t even know, how I lose myself
Even I can’t tell
Is this heaven? Or is this Sin City?

There’s smoke in the mirror, no light in my eyes
No concept of time
And there ain’t no more substance but the substance I drink in my glass
She hid the rubbers from me
My bourbon nearly finished off, she brings another for me
She whispers in my ear, her clothing disappears
She says the pleasure’s better than pain, don’t let it interfere
I barely hear my phone buzzin over the slow fuckin
Missed calls, don’t even take em from my own mother
Great friends are now replaced by the fake friends
No room for family, even though my heart is vacant

(Hook)

Remember when they tried to tell me I was pipe dreamin
That dynamite season, knew any second I was gonn blow like breathin
Now I’m surrounded by these bloodsucking type leeches
Try to weed em out cuz they inhale like demons
The paranoia grows when they put the camera’s on ya
Sometimes I think about my ex but never dare to call her
Ok maybe I drunk dial from a different number
I wonder if she’s thinking of me like I’m thinking of her
And now I’m thinking of her, these model bitches drinkin up my liqeuer
Whores, so get the fuck out, don’t sit on my bed
I kinda wish I was dead
I lost my head on a train headed for Grand Central Station
And call back home, let em know they can cancel my reservations
I’m headed for the sin city where the money flows like purple rain
I’m headed for the sin city where the money flows like purple rain

(Hook)