It seems we living the American dream, but the people highest up got the lowest self esteem.
The prettiest people do the ugliest things for the road to riches and diamond rings.
I say fuck the police, that’s how I treat em; we buy our way out of jail, but we can’t buy freedom.
We’ll buy a lot of clothes when we don’t really need em…
Things we buy to cover up what’s inside, cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth.
I got a problem with spending before I get it; We all self conscious, I’m just the first to admit it.
See, what I want so much, should never hurt this bad.
Never did this before, that’s what the virgin said.
We’ve been generally warned, that’s what the surgeon says.
God talk to me now, this is an emergency
You cut me deep bitch, cut me like surgery
And I was too proud to admit that it was hurting me.
And this the first time she ever spilled her soul to me…
I fucked up and I know it, G.
I guess it’s bittersweet poetry.
Bittersweet…
You’re gonna be the death of me.
I don’t want you, but I need you.
I love you and hate you at the very same time.
