Soul Doubt

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 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 fucking Sodom and Gomorrah, but life is sweet Another black petal falling down right at my fucking 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 $loth, the motherfucker they call the Anti-Christ Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$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