Uh, hi Dad (Hi)
Uh, I don't really need your help
I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna win the million dollars
(Who wants to be a millionaire?)
Congratulations, finally made it
Diggy, you're famous (How do you feel?)
Remember the nights you wanted to write
Stayed up late and skipped a meal?
You're set for life now, please put the pen down
Fake your death and leave town (Shut the fuck up)
I think I'm seeing ghosts again
But this time it's in a million-dollar mansion
Phone a friend 'cause they wondering how it happened
Swimming pool up in the back, I keep the demons splashing
I got paintings in my house worth more than my entire cabin
I'm not one to brag, but this is all way too familiar
The ones that used to laugh now ask to hang and play some billiards
Scratch that, take an eight-ball
Play roulette with fentanyl
Sniff until the reaper calls
You know I will never fall
I might be a little crazy
Drive a hundred miles per hour in the 'Cedes
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be all right
I might be a little stupid
Everybody in this town so clueless
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be all right
I heard Victoria told her secret then went M.I.A
I heard she wanted to keep it, but it was time for a change
She took off running away, said "fuck all the fame"
It only leads you to a grave filled with sex, drugs, and pain
I heard Victoria thought about maybe offing herself
'Cause the industry filled her with unattainable self
Waking up to a hell, sold her soul to create
Waking up by herself, there's nothing more that she hates
Cause that lingerie won't save the day
The white and pink don't look the same
To bring the one that match the pain
That black as night, the black decay
Sold her body to the fame
OnlyFans is only graves
If she waits another day, she might just slowly wash away
Suffocate, don't breathe me in
Express yourself through medicine
Doctor said "let's up the dose," but they don't know the pain you in
They just do what they were told
They just sell what they were sold
Lies, money, fame, this world is so fucking cold
I might be a little crazy
Drive a hundred miles per hour in the 'Cedes
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be all right
I might be a little stupid
Everybody in this town so clueless
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be all right
I might be a fucking misfit, but I'm gifted
Leave a paper trail with blue bill Benjamins, I can't resist it
Crazy but I like it, not admitted, so I fight it
Love the sound of peace, but I can never find the time to buy it
So I, I might be a suicidal lunatic
Already been through with this, making money like I'm suing it
Stupid, but I'm used to it, every time a new one hit
People coming out the grave, like their lips are blue again
