sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls

so i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole

a couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model

that'll get 'em to get me to model clothes

i'd rather snort up roxy's 'til that d**e battle rattles

nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem

i'll have to put this one at the bottom

i feel like f**king sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet

another black petal falling down right at my f**king feet

another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts

sour scents are haunting my defeat

sold out funeral, no live nation fee

captivate 100,000 people, still me and the reaper me

100,000 want to meet me, i hope they'll let me be

i'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see

basquiat mixed with monet when that herron in me

self-critic that's speaking in cryptic

defying the laws of physics

let me be specific, sadistic, mr. pessimistic

$lickity $loth, the motherf**ker they call the anti-christ

used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that"$uicide"

now i get on instagram and they're posting my personal life

i promise it's not what it seems

climb up just to fall down a stream

drag me to the river

the richer i get, the worse my liver gets

no strippers on my zipper

still in my room, keep it dark as i can

remember scraping up change just for cigarettes

immortalized $uicide, no, they won't forget