𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢

sega sunset on my wedding day
gave them all the diamonds, plus 20k
3 days later, its no joke
they packed the bags for cuba
said i was ♥♥♥♥♥♥' broke
i called their parents first
"is this for real?"
they both answered "yes"
"so, whats the big deal?"
i hung the phone up
really threw it to the ground
sick of hearing voices
and our ringtones sound
i popped 2 40's
and went to the roof
50 stories high
i've got all the proof
i popped 20 messages
"so long folks"
"i tried to live my life"
"but now im ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ toast"
first went the shoes
floating down the air
money money money
nobody ♥♥♥♥♥♥' cares
i leaned over forward
the last thing i remembered
a familiar crying sound
then i saw their face
then i saw the ground

these streets are made of rotten
and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these streets are going to
come right after you
asphalt black and talking
running in the mud
these streets are full of danger
light poles full of blood
kids dying on the playground
cops shooting homeless gangs
if i was full of satan
id say she's made of chains
my love, she is not waitin'
this life is full of pains

I am the sting on a screen
Plastic eyeballs, stockholm beans

sometimes, i honestly feel like a villain in a movie.
but not a bad villain. just misunderstood.
the kind of villain that you can sympathize with.
you know their intentions are good, but they are still bad for doing what they have to do.

dunno. i seem to do so much good when i can. but people always make me the bad guy.
as if my intentions aren't just to see them happy and smiling.
then they use me because they justify it as im a little crazy.
why does being a little crazy make me the bad guy?
i donate to charities. i've adopted animals and pets. volunteered my time to make homes.
given people money that need it, even when i can barely afford to help.
tried so hard to make people smile that deserved it, even the ones that didn't.
am i the bad guy? or is everyone else so bad and im so different that it makes me bad in their eyes?

Cross the street even, looking both ways
Guns in hand, tear gas in line
Bank door slamming on a penny
Stealing for a nickel and a dime
What's the point of running
Almost out of time
"No witnesses" he's yelling
Dont worry about your crime
Shoot the public first
Then the bank workers
Now your triggers cursed
Brains stuck in reverse

i will delete it when my first album hits 1 million downloads. thanks.