To the Bank

You say I should die While you hide in your mother's basement First to criticize but your bio Says Jesus saved ya, okay On the sidelines judging my life While I'm out here trying You're placing bets on when You'll get to see my great demise But thankfully Haters pay my bills, always will Keep the lights on Go in for the kill but you're still Singing my songs I'll be getting rich, finding fame So, hate me all the way Hate me all the way to the Go ahead break my heart I'll make art from the pieces I could buy a car from the scars That you're leaving I'll be getting rich, finding fame So, hate me all the way Hate me all the way to the bank You say I'm a bore, I'm a whore And my music's garbage Did you see the score Pretty sure, that you've never charted Can't be in the game When you're sitting on the couch Can't forget my name When it's always in your mouth Haters pay my bills, always will Keep the lights on Go in for the kill But you're still singing my songs I'll be getting rich, finding fame So hate me all the way Hate me all the way to the Go on break my heart I'll make art from the pieces I could buy a car from the scars That you're leaving I'll be getting rich, finding fame So hate me all the way Hate me all the way to the Fake fun, witch hunt Keep on coming for me Just burn me up so then you might see In the light you look a whole lot like me Fake love, misjudged Keep on coming for me Real pain, real shade I hope you find peace But in the meantime I'll be counting All my money Haters pay my bills, always will Keep the lights on Go in for the kill But you're still singing my songs I'll be getting rich, finding fame So hate me all the way Hate me all the way to the bank