Testi

Maybe I'm a genius Maybe I'm an icon, yeah yeah Maybe I should leave this Go back to where I came from, yeah yeah What do I want? Well I'm happy you asked Give me gold statues I'll turn them to ash We are not equal Tailor fitted crown Everybody bow Pen game fucking lethal You should write it down Spread the word around Worship my ego But its made of glass Dont get too close You might see all the cracks Did all the right wrongs Thats all that mattered My dark thoughts Turned into patterns yeah Thats just where my mind go Callin me your idol Tried to take the high road Wound up on a psycho Path Heard the same shit for a decade Try another route Pick another lane Funny how long overnight takes You're a superstar You're the next thing Damn! Took every part of me In the lobotomy And now their selling my skin So I hope you love the taste of it Did all the right wrongs Thats all that mattered My dark thoughts Turned into patterns yeah Thats just where my mind go Callin me your idol Tried to take the high road Wound up on a psycho Path Wound up on a psycho Path
Writer(s): Cecelia Frey, Chase Stockman, Jared "reezytunez" Thorne, Joe Henderson, John Samuel Gerhart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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