I got sunshine when you're near All my problems disappear When you're gone, I'm back to blue Tell me, what's the point of living In a world so unforgiving? What's the point of living without you?
I just wanna be a rockstar with a million people followin' Need you to like me so I keep bottlin' bad thoughts Swallowin' pills, still wallowin' Thrills feel hollow, obsessed with success Made a next-up list, got a song goin' viral I'm backstage at a show with my rival But I'm a phony, I'm a psycho My ego follows me wherever I go (Go) Sign the dotted line on the contract Half a million advance, givin' me a chance Want it so bad, it takes all control of me Nobody from back in the day can get ahold of me now Mom and dad are totally proud I come home to Toronto, it's a sold-out crowd But there ain't nobody showin' me how And when you're this high up, it's a long way down
I got sunshine when you're near All my problems disappear When you're gone, I'm back to blue Tell me, what's the point of living In a world so unforgiving? What's the point of living without you?
Second song flopped, get dropped Thought that I was on top Now I watch as all of these kids pass me He's more young, he's more handsome I get mad, I throw tantrums I was the man last week The algorithm is against me My content ain't gettin' seen, it upsets me "Didn't you know all of this pop-punk sells?" I wanna unload all of these shotgun shells If Sean Evans don't let me onto Hot Ones I'ma give him hell, kill him and kill myself Don't know how to heal myself Shit, I don't even know if I'm still myself YUNGBLUD and MGK, they better give me a feature Or they'll be comin' with me to the reaper Travis, you didn't share the song neither Thought I was in the game, I'm sittin' on the bleachers Well, I'm sick of bein' underrated I'd rather be the one that faded I'm the best of a generation Guess I gotta die to get my celebration I'm sick of this pretend alternative Don't care if I offend conservatives This the rock album of the year, I'm sure of it So why the fuck hasn't anybody heard of it? Sad to reflect on the lack of respect That I have for the things that I have, I'm a wreck It ain't gonna change for a bag or a check The hole in my soul keeps rackin' up debt But it's too late for me, I shoulda learned earlier Mom's gotta bury her son, she's such a worrier Send a message to my fans, direct courier Tune in live for suicide, I'm a murderer
I got sunshine when you're near All my problems disappear When you're gone, I'm back to blue Tell me, what's the point of living In a world so unforgiving? What's the point of living without you?
It was a mid-summer's day, rainin' steadily When they came to reclaim the disgraced celebrity Toxicology found medicated heavily Oxytocin and weed, cocaine, amphetamines Friends and family horrified Online, he was glorified More plays on his Spotify Some even thought that he was still alive Couple copycat suicides that was ill-advised We ignored his cries and pleas until we posted his RIP's, it's ironic That attention, he got high for it To live forever, he had to die for it Or so he thought 'cause a couple months go on Forgotten for the new kid in town, so forth, so on Another sob story when a star can't handle it Lost angel fallen in Los AngelesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
