The road I walk is paved in gold,
To glorify my platinum soul.
I'll buy my way to talk to God
So he can live with what I'm not
This selfish blood runs through my veins
I gave up everything for fame
I am the lie that you adore
I feed the rich, and [********] the poor
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
This is entertainment
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees,
Begging me for more.
The road I walk is paved in gold,
To glorify my platinum soul.
I am the closest thing to God,
So worship me and never stop!
The wretched blood runs through my v e i n s
I gave up everything for fame
I am lie that you adore
Now feed the r ich, and [********] the poor.
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
This i s e n t ertain m e nt
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees,
Begging me for m o r e.
Dear future,
I bo ught y o u.
I own the rights.
To let go,
Destroy you.
This is my life.
Dear future,
I bo ught y o u.
I own the rights.
To let go,
Destroy you.
This is my life.
(and I...)
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
This is enter tai nm ent
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees,
Begging me for more
Begging me for more
Begging me for more.
I got.
you want.
It's just -- don't stop.
I got.
you want.
It's just -- don't stop.
[ x ]
To glorify my platinum soul.
I'll buy my way to talk to God
So he can live with what I'm not
This selfish blood runs through my veins
I gave up everything for fame
I am the lie that you adore
I feed the rich, and [********] the poor
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
This is entertainment
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees,
Begging me for more.
The road I walk is paved in gold,
To glorify my platinum soul.
I am the closest thing to God,
So worship me and never stop!
The wretched blood runs through my v e i n s
I gave up everything for fame
I am lie that you adore
Now feed the r ich, and [********] the poor.
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
This i s e n t ertain m e nt
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees,
Begging me for m o r e.
Dear future,
I bo ught y o u.
I own the rights.
To let go,
Destroy you.
This is my life.
Dear future,
I bo ught y o u.
I own the rights.
To let go,
Destroy you.
This is my life.
(and I...)
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
I got.
You want.
It's just -- don't stop.
This is enter tai nm ent
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees,
Begging me for more
Begging me for more
Begging me for more.
I got.
you want.
It's just -- don't stop.
I got.
you want.
It's just -- don't stop.
[ x ]
Geezie, I love that song. ♥
You know, I'm suddenly reminded of this lady that came out of a stall. I don't remember where this was nor when, but I do remember her trying to convince me that "it was really stinky already, you know, when I got in there- it was so gross, too, I swear, and I flushed it but it clogged so I just went anyway." She was staring at me with that expression, you know? The one that says I'm-waiting-for-you-to-believe-my-obvious-lie-to-save-me-the-embarrassment. So I muttered something like, "Your secret's safe with me, lady." rolled my eyes and went into the furthest stall away from hers. It was an interesting experience.
So you all might've noticed I got my computer back. It's quite nice to have it back, I must say. Though it's uncomfortable at the same time. Wanna know why? It's 'cause of my floor. I can see it. It scares me. Reminds me of the oceans in "Jack and Daxter." Ever played that? Well, when you get in the ocean, or in any body of water where there's no group to step on, music starts playing. It's supposed to be your heart beat, and the faster it gets the closer the huge-a** fish comes to eating you. You have a couple of seconds to get out of the water, 'else you get eaten alive. It's always made me scared of any open water in games. And now I'm scared of my clean floor for the same reason. Gawd. How much fail does that throw at you? A lot, man. A lot.
