Letter to a Musician

Cause I've been feeling so lonely And I need you to come on and tell me It's gone be alright now Tell me how to love Cause I don't know how Yea we gon ride Yea we gon slide Don't know where I am I can't tell the time My flow so clean I flip it And reverse it Got a new car Big engine It's roaring They know I'm a star They can't even imagine Can't touch the earth You know that I'm floating So out of touch Man this shit is too much Got me feeling Like I'm self-imploding Ain't nothing about me real Ever since I signed this deal All the shit I say is filtered Ever since I touched the billboard I can't even escape my fans So I got me a Benz So I can ride away Aiming for the moon Please get out my way Lost love for the tune Just do it for the tycoons Yea I'm just a product Yea I'm just a sell-out That's all I'm about Everyone wants it But nobody knows it The cost of the fame Don't know who to blame Me or the industry Sold my soul away Just so I could say At the end of my days That I won't be forgotten Soft like some cotton I'm just pretending I'm breaking apart I just lost my heart I sold it away But I need you to stay I need you to tell me Am I really free? Inmate to my soulmate You were my escape But now I feel Like I'm boutta break Yea I'm boutta break I'm boutta fucking break I don't know if I can hold much longer now But before I go I need you to say Man you really look so much stronger now Cause I've been feeling so lonely And I need you to come on and tell me It's gone be alright now Tell me how to love Cause I don't know how Yea we gon ride Yea we gon slide Don't know where I am I can't tell the time My flow so clean I flip it And reverse it Got a new car Big engine It's roaring They know I'm a star They can't even imagine Can't touch the earth You know that I'm floating So out of touch Man this shit is too much Got me feeling Like I'm self-imploding Ain't nothing about me real Ever since I signed this deal All the shit that I say is filtered Ever since I touched the billboard I can't even escape my fans So I got me a Benz So I can ride away Aiming for the moon Please get out my way Lost love for the tune Just do it for the tycoons Yea I'm just a product Yea I'm just a sell-out That's all I'm about Everyone wants it But nobody knows it The cost of the fame Don't know who to blame Me or the industry Sold my soul away Just so I could say At the end of my days That I won't be forgotten