Art Gallery of a Ruined King

Yeah Yeah No greater love than to die for the things you love Who gonna die Who gonna die Who gonna die Walking down the street Cigarette hanging got lip stick on her teeth I I I saw her tattoos A bunch of planets dressed up as balloons, I Wondered thee intent of why she smoked so many damn cigarettes She ain’t even French But she look like it I’m walking down Notting Hill thinking of this chick But my ex Single now I can’t get it out my brain it’s surround sound I called God on the phone He ain’t pick up Why didn’t He pick up We ain’t spoken in a minute My heart hurts I don’t wanna talk about so I wrote first I don’t wanna waste my life on women this time On women this time Walking down Abby Road headed to the studio Might jump on the London Bridge in the music video Trying to make a change while you’re living the same So excuse me if I don’t believe in the things that you say Relapse now I’m thinking about other chicks Bullet in the barrel shooting my common sense Now I’m dead Laying here in bed Thinking how I let my lust overtake me again Laying next to me I put my arm around her and I held her tightly Tightly We 2 kids In a messed up city Trying to have one night Where we both feel pretty Awesome, amazing, she blazen She told me her problems but stopped when I called’em I wish I could solve’em I broke my own promises My lustful demon Keeps stopping my progress Values You & I’ve been down this road before Take my wings I’d rather see you soar In the sky Clouds singing lullabies And this one girl telling me that she would rather die for me Don’t do it Later on she didn’t Don’t say such things If you ain’t really committed I’m Vincent Van Gogh cut my ear off Making change means more to mean then acting sane Societies gonna judge me anyways I would rather die living then living just to die I dun grabbed my pride Grabbed a glock at the same time Then I fired till I knew it was ruthless homicide Die die die Pride tried to come back but I shot it more times I’m walking down Abby road headed to the studio Might jump on the London bridge in the music video Trying to make a change while you’re living the same So excuse me if I don’t believe the things that you say Imma probably die a legend try to teach this world a lesson If my future kids were present would they want to have a friendship? Be the man you want to see don’t just speak with calloused knees Imma reach out to these teens if it’s the last thing that I breath Metaphors 4 doors up in a lambo With camel lost in the desert only wearing sandals And my camel need a brick of bread Handed him a thousand And it felt like a fountain But he thirsted again Then the sun and moon Went to bed In sandy tombs Wrinkles near there eyes Now a days there’s no surprise Bad habits get sharpened when you have pencils as friends And you morph into a puzzle piece that needs to fit in Dalí