Diamond chains, stunner shades, living like I die tomorrow
VVS, on my watch, ticking through the time I borrowed
Jager bombs, crystal bongs, always trying to kill my sorrow
My cup is full, my chain is gold, so why the f*ck do I still feel hollow
These nights are the worst nights
Wake up too drunk, I'm puking at midnight
I fight for my birthright
They always just say that Roy is the worst guy
Curtains deter light
Work in the dusk, because that's when the mood's right
A son of the moon, right
Soaked in ambition that glows in the moonlight
F*ck all the limelight
Posted like a notice, just trying to find truth in it
Claim you're my friend, I'm seeing right through that shit
Nip at my ankles because I don't give you shit
Where were these sycophants when I ain't do shit
Act like a dick, because my mind's so afflicted
Only now got the strength to build opposition
Now when the demons are caged and are hidden
Y'all are my friends because I started winning
Mama raised a soldier in the war for my soul
Canteen full of rum with a rifle on the floor
Stagger from a shot, while I got another one poured
No olive or twist, please can I have more
Up all night, tweaking songs like bath salts
I can never rest until my soul's below the asphalt
Morally bankrupt, it's too late to default
Art and the artist, both part of a gestalt
I chance the mornings, am I cheery enough
To do the very things that'll cheer me up
Or will I fall into the vicious cycle
Where I spend the whole day, depressed and spiteful
I just want to be a happy person
Can't find my soul in any of these sermons
Know near nothing but I know for certain
That I will carpe diem until my bedspread's earthen
Diamond chains, stunner shades, living like I die tomorrow
VVS, on my watch, ticking through the time I borrowed
Jager bombs, crystal bongs, always trying to kill my sorrow
My cup is full, my chain is gold, so why the f*ck do I still feel hollow
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Diamond chains, stunner shades, living like I die tomorrow
VVS, on my watch, ticking through the time I borrowed
Jager bombs, crystal bongs, always trying to kill my sorrow
My cup is full, my chain is gold, so why the f*ck do I still feel hollow
These nights are the worst nights
Wake up too drunk, I'm puking at midnight
I fight for my birthright
They always just say that Roy is the worst guy
Curtains deter light
Work in the dusk, because that's when the mood's right
A son of the moon, right
Soaked in ambition that glows in the moonlight
F*ck all the limelight
Posted like a notice, just trying to find truth in it
Claim you're my friend, I'm seeing right through that shit
Nip at my ankles because I don't give you shit
Where were these sycophants when I ain't do shit
Act like a dick, because my mind's so afflicted
Only now got the strength to build opposition
Now when the demons are caged and are hidden
Y'all are my friends because I started winning
Mama raised a soldier in the war for my soul
Canteen full of rum with a rifle on the floor
Stagger from a shot, while I got another one poured
No olive or twist, please can I have more
Up all night, tweaking songs like bath salts
I can never rest until my soul's below the asphalt
Morally bankrupt, it's too late to default
Art and the artist, both part of a gestalt
I chance the mornings, am I cheery enough
To do the very things that'll cheer me up
Or will I fall into the vicious cycle
Where I spend the whole day, depressed and spiteful
I just want to be a happy person
Can't find my soul in any of these sermons
Know near nothing but I know for certain
That I will carpe diem until my bedspread's earthen
Diamond chains, stunner shades, living like I die tomorrow
VVS, on my watch, ticking through the time I borrowed
Jager bombs, crystal bongs, always trying to kill my sorrow
My cup is full, my chain is gold, so why the f*ck do I still feel hollow
VVS, on my watch, ticking through the time I borrowed
Jager bombs, crystal bongs, always trying to kill my sorrow
My cup is full, my chain is gold, so why the f*ck do I still feel hollow
These nights are the worst nights
Wake up too drunk, I'm puking at midnight
I fight for my birthright
They always just say that Roy is the worst guy
Curtains deter light
Work in the dusk, because that's when the mood's right
A son of the moon, right
Soaked in ambition that glows in the moonlight
F*ck all the limelight
Posted like a notice, just trying to find truth in it
Claim you're my friend, I'm seeing right through that shit
Nip at my ankles because I don't give you shit
Where were these sycophants when I ain't do shit
Act like a dick, because my mind's so afflicted
Only now got the strength to build opposition
Now when the demons are caged and are hidden
Y'all are my friends because I started winning
Mama raised a soldier in the war for my soul
Canteen full of rum with a rifle on the floor
Stagger from a shot, while I got another one poured
No olive or twist, please can I have more
Up all night, tweaking songs like bath salts
I can never rest until my soul's below the asphalt
Morally bankrupt, it's too late to default
Art and the artist, both part of a gestalt
I chance the mornings, am I cheery enough
To do the very things that'll cheer me up
Or will I fall into the vicious cycle
Where I spend the whole day, depressed and spiteful
I just want to be a happy person
Can't find my soul in any of these sermons
Know near nothing but I know for certain
That I will carpe diem until my bedspread's earthen
Diamond chains, stunner shades, living like I die tomorrow
VVS, on my watch, ticking through the time I borrowed
Jager bombs, crystal bongs, always trying to kill my sorrow
My cup is full, my chain is gold, so why the f*ck do I still feel hollow
Writer: Andrew Johnson
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