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(I got sunshine when you [...])
(All our problems disappear)
(When you're gone I'm [...])
(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 following
Need you to like me so I keep bottling
Bad thoughts, swallowing pills, still wallowing
Thrills feel hollow, obsessed with success
Made a "next up" list
Got a song going viral
I'm backstage at a show with my rival
I'm a phony, I'm a psycho
My ego follows me wherever I go
Sign the dotted line on a contract
Half a million advance giving 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 totally proud
I come home to Toronto, it's a sold out crowd
But there ain't nobody showing me how
And when you're this high up
It's a long way down
(I got sunshine when you [...])
(All our problems disappear)
(When you're gone I'm [...])
(Tell me what's the point of living)
(In a world so unforgiving?)
(What's the point of living?)
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 getting seen, it upsets me
Didn't you know, all of this pop punk sells?
I wanna unload all of these shotgun sells
If Sean Evans don't let me onto Hot Ones
Imma give him hell
Kill him and kill myself
Don't know how to hail 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 coming with me to the reaper
Travis, you didn't share this song neither
Thought I was in the game, I'm sittin' on the bleachers
Well, I'm sick of being 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
It's 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 racking up debt
But it's too late for me
I should've 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 [...])
(All our problems disappear)
(When you're gone I'm [...])
(Tell me what's the point of living)
(In a world so unforgiving?)
(What's the point of living without you?)
It was a midsummer's day, raining steadily
When they came to reclaim the disgraced celebrity
Toxicology found - medicated heavily
Oxycontin 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
A couple copycat suicides, that was ill-advised
We ignored his cries and pleas
Until we posted his RIPs, it's ironic
Bad attention, he got high for it
To live forever he had to die for it
Or so he thought
'Cause a couple of 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 Angeles
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