All of my feelings swept under the rug
I'm touring the world but I'm missing the one
Who held it down
Music is how I've been venting now
Broken glass, I'm bleeding out
Overseas, I'm selling out
Private planes, I got taste
I got seven golden rings
My accountant called me up
Said the money's stacked to space
What a snake, with them eyes
I won't even try to lie
I wish I could let you go
I wish I could say goodbye