See I took a trip tonight
I had to get away
And if I don’t return
At least you’ll know my name
Got sick of waiting in lines
I had to get my wings
‘Cause on this Earth
All I do is scream
But angels get to sing

(Some real shit right here)
(You die for your dreams)

Listen Listen
Passed out
Maxed out
My credit card
I can’t get no cash out
I took the dreamers’ route
I seen hella green
Six-figure checks
Age seventeen
I’ve signed autographs
Been in magazines
The almost queen
The next next big thing
I should be there
Why am I stuck in between?
Tasting fame on your tongue
It’s a fucked up thing
Next
You in the black dress
You with the fake tits
Can you sing this
Can you put my Xanax
On your daddy’s AmEx
Benzodiazepine fiend

See I took a trip tonight
I had to get away
And if I don’t return
At least you’ll know my name
Got sick of waiting in lines
I had to get my wings
‘Cause on this Earth
All I do is scream
But angels get to sing
La la la la la, la la, la la, la la la la la, la, la
Angels get to sing

(I don’t really want to do nothin’ crazy, but uh)
(Truth is, you know, I’m fuckin’ crazy)

I don’t wanna be another pop wannabe
I can see the lie, see it right in front of me
Tell me what you got What you got more than me
I hustle harder than you fuckin’ hos, I guarantee
Rather get my feedback from a busted amp speaker
Than a money-hungry suit camouflaged in some sneakers
I’m a psycho with an MD Medicating myself with ecstasy

See I took a trip tonight
I had to get away
And if I don’t return
At least you’ll know my name
Got sick of waiting in lines
I had to get my wings
‘Cause on this Earth
All I do is scream
But angels get to sing
La la la la la, la la, la la, la la la la la, la, la
Angels get to sing
(Angels get to sing, sing, sing)