The Other Left - I'm an Artist Lyrics

My mama told me: I'm gonna burn in hell
Sometimes I shut my mouth, when I need to yell
I see my years flying high on the television
I can't hold them back
Nor my little love of alcohol and cigarettes

I'm getting tired of all the things I have to do
I just want to schtup my muse 'coz she gave abuse
I'm lying on my covered jealousy, texting back like enemy
I'm storming, dreaming about the fame

Well no one understands me
No one can feed me
So give me f*cking empathy

Or I will make a new rhyme
To feel my little new hype
'The artist of the century'

I've never managed living like a fighter
Break the rules, I'm gonna be a liar
Give me something I want your little boosters
Patience is just for f*cking loosers

I'm an artist, motherf*cking artist
Artist, you've got no right
I'm an artist, motherf*cking artist
Artists are the people of crime

Daze a haze what gave me a little coma
Tricky Ricky I love you mini holder
My bunch of figures are outside the order
But can regret make heart grow older?