Poet's Pen Video (MV)

Yes I cry, yes I cry While I'm holding this poet's pen
Yes I see through his eyes My mind is like a poltergeist
I guess I write what the poets write I feel like I'm the lonely light
Also I'm the lonely night Also I'm the lonely night
I just did what I had to do All those lies but I can't concur
Fold me twice like I need some air Love me now even though it hurts
Love me now cause I go to church I just know that I'm known to hurt
Coldest part of my heart it rips And I had to know why you had to do this
I'm sick you flipped my soul for sale And I know that I parted ways
You are sick of us And you don't wanna deal with me
As long as you have your motive team I'll kill you on the song
Guess that's why they call it beats I guess we've known that all along
Yes I cry, yes I cry While I'm holding this poet's pen
Yes I see through his eyes My mind is like a poltergeist
I guess I write what the poets write I feel like I'm the lonely light
Also I'm the lonely night Also I'm the lonely night
Yes I cry, yes I cry While I'm holding this poet's pen
Yes I see through his eyes My mind is like a poltergeist
I guess I write what the poets write I feel like I'm the lonely light
Also I'm the lonely night Also I'm the lonely night
I know I'm stuck but I wouldn't listen I know that I couldn't find the patience
So instead I went to mine In search for jewels that dance and shine
They all give me what I want Confidence and pleasures
I say that from the heart I can't give no different measures
I just know that I feel like I'm Lost in this fantasy
Of making music I just want All my f*cking fans to see
And my family to be Able to see what I can see
I guess I'll take my f*cking shot I'm done reading these magazines
These spirits flying in the air If you know me from way back when
Then you know that I can't compare This life I know it isn't fair
I know there's lives to not compare I've worked so hard but not hard enough
I pass my ball but where's my turn? It's like my pen it starts to burn
I know that it's so hard to trust That's why we say we don't give a f*ck
Until we're taking all these drugs Like perks, and xans, and all the dust
And so we're taking all these steps That's why I say f*ck you Ariana
Mack was already depressed Then you made a song to make the press
Yes I cry, yes I cry While I'm holding his post pack
Yes I see through his eyes My mind is like a poltergeist
I guess I write what the poets write I feel like I'm the lonely light
Also I'm the lonely night Also I'm the lonely night
Yes I cry, yes I cry While I'm holding his post pack
Yes I see through his eyes My mind is like a poltergeist
I guess I write what the poets write I feel like I'm the lonely light
Also I'm the lonely night Also I'm the lonely night
Also I'm the lonely night