Outkast - Hollywood Divorce (feat. Lil Wayne & Snoop Dogg) [Fast]

They didn't take the limo back. They just walked toward the horizon, leaving the diamond-encrusted ball and chain on the courtroom floor. The marriage was over, but the music was finally theirs again.

André looked at the pen. He thought about the music they made before the cameras started demanding they play characters. He thought about the South, where the dirt was real and the stars were in the sky, not under your feet. Outkast - Hollywood Divorce (Feat. Lil Wayne & Snoop Dogg)

The "Ex-Wife"—Hollywood personified—sat across from them. she wore a dress made of broken film reels and paparazzi flashes. She offered them a golden statue if they’d just stay one more night, just one more season, just one more soul-crushing contract. They didn't take the limo back

As they walked out, the Hollywood sign flickered in the distance like a "Vacancy" sign at a haunted motel. Snoop lit something that smelled like peace, and Wayne started humming a melody that sounded like freedom. André looked at the pen

The neon lights of the Sunset Strip didn't glow; they bled. André sat in the back of a black sedan, watching the palm trees pass like jagged teeth against a bruised purple sky. He wasn't thinking about the charts or the Grammys. He was thinking about a girl he used to love named Tinseltown. She was a beauty once—all celluloid dreams and silent film grace—but she’d aged into a monster with a silicone heart and a penchant for eating her young. "It’s just a paper signing, Dre," the driver muttered. But it wasn't. It was a divorce.