Book the first-class flight
Fly me anywhere
Making sure it's somewhere far away
Awake me when we land
I never thought that I would be a millionaire
Never in my life
On the verge of suicide
I told the world it's you or I
I have two sides:
One that wants to see you all thrive
And one that wants to see you die
Fancy cars and fancy homes
Wrecked and abandoned
Now you're regretting that loan
Money on my mind
I lost track of time
Tried to spend it all in one night
Now I'm broke until I've died
Came home late night, yeah
Huggin' on my parents tight
Told me that they missed me
Followed by another fight, wait
Facebook, gram likes
"How you doin' on the mic?
How you doin' on the road?"
I ain't tryna tour no more
Fucking all these hoes only left me with a bigger hole
Popping pills every night
Rotten on the inside
Pain covered red eyes
Don't know how to get by
All they see is dollar signs
(All they see is dollar signs)
Scott done got itemized
Manifested suicide
