Hmm, yeah, hmm
My idols lied to me
On my own TV screen
I packed my bags, followed their path
I lost it all and I got nothing back
And turns out Hollywood's bloody
The famous are ugly, no photoshop on their soul
I wanted the truth, but now I'm burned and bruised
I'm facing all this suits
Saying I'm, I'm sorry
But no, you're not
You're not sorry
Saying you're, no, you're sorry
But if sorry is all that you've got
Then, fuck you a lot
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Overthinking is a bullet in the head
I often wonder if this industry is dead
You trade fame for clout, for me there's no way out
Confined in my own art, confined within your doubt
But I got no question in my own mind
I'll find my way out to the finish line
Chosen one, and I've seen every sign
I know that I have a purpose
I know damn well I deserve it
I've been through hell and God knows it
I've got some scars, at least I own it
Oh, just stop saying you're -
Oh, you're sorry
Oh, stop saying you're
Oh, you're sorry
Saying you're, you're sorry
But if sorry is all that you got, fuck you
