Soul Doubt

Sold out shows, but I don't believe in souls
So I doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
A couple blunts I blow and now I'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up roxy's 'til that **** battle rattles
Nope, I'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like ****ing Sodom and Gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my ****ing feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
Sold out funeral, no live nation fee
Captivate 100,000 people, still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me, I hope they'll let me be

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that herron in me
Self-critic that's speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific, sadistic, Mr. Pessimistic
$lickity $loth, the ************ they call the Anti-Christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide"
Now I get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems
Climb up just to fall down a stream

Drag me to the river
The richer I get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room, keep it dark as I can
Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide, no, they won't forget