VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH
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 until that dope 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**ing Sodom and Gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my f**ing 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
VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT
I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic that's speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific
Sadistic, Mr. pessimistic
Slickity sloth the motherf**er 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