Stock Boy
I always felt there was this disconnect
I'll quit my job for a bigger check
No disrespect, but I hate it here
And I gotta make this my greatest year
Cause the last ones haven't gone so well
But I kept it cool, so it's hard to tell
Got a heart for sale on ebay
But if no one bids, I'll just cremate it
I don't really wanna be famous
I just want a lotta green paper
You don't needa know what my name is
You don't needa know where we came from
I don't really wanna be famous
I just want a lotta green paper
You don't needa what my name is
You don't needa know where we came from
I'm my own religion
Stuck inside this prison
We was always wishing
For a better living
The demons are yelling
The angels are singing now
So I think it's time that we just hear em out, okay
Demons on my left shoulder
Angels on my right shoulder
One is tryna save my life
The other says my life's over
Gotta drive slower
Cause I'm not sober
And if I die young
Then my left told ya
I'm my own religion
Stuck inside this prison
We was always wishing
For a better living
The demons are yelling
The angels are singing now
So I think it's time that we just hear em out, okay
Eyes red, they bloodshot
Shots in a mug, no mugshot
It's fuck school and fuck cops
No rules till the fun stops
Fight war, don't fight wars
Fuck a porsche, need a white horse
They'll kill you if they like yours
No going back, just fast forward
The after party, no one knows
Heaven or hell, we could only hope
I just pray that my soul's at peace
And bullets stop, so the kids could dream
Cause it's doing damage mentally
And we might not be what we're meant to be
When we're losing friends to our enemies
We get tired of pouring out Hennessy
For the fallen soldiers
May we meet again someday
Cause I think I lost my way
Take me to the better place
For the fallen soldiers
May we meet again someday
Cause I think I lost my way
Take me to a better place, cause
I don't really wanna be famous
I just want a lotta green paper
You don't needa know what my name is
You don't needa know where we came from
I don't really wanna be famous
I just want a lotta green paper
You don't needa what my name is
You don't needa know where we came from
I'm my own religion
Stuck inside this prison
We was always wishing
For a better living
The demons are yelling
The angels are singing now
So I think it's time that we just hear em out
I'll quit my job for a bigger check
No disrespect, but I hate it here
And I gotta make this my greatest year
Cause the last ones haven't gone so well
But I kept it cool, so it's hard to tell
Got a heart for sale on ebay
But if no one bids, I'll just cremate it
I don't really wanna be famous
I just want a lotta green paper
You don't needa know what my name is
You don't needa know where we came from
I don't really wanna be famous
I just want a lotta green paper
You don't needa what my name is
You don't needa know where we came from
I'm my own religion
Stuck inside this prison
We was always wishing
For a better living
The demons are yelling
The angels are singing now
So I think it's time that we just hear em out, okay
Demons on my left shoulder
Angels on my right shoulder
One is tryna save my life
The other says my life's over
Gotta drive slower
Cause I'm not sober
And if I die young
Then my left told ya
I'm my own religion
Stuck inside this prison
We was always wishing
For a better living
The demons are yelling
The angels are singing now
So I think it's time that we just hear em out, okay
Eyes red, they bloodshot
Shots in a mug, no mugshot
It's fuck school and fuck cops
No rules till the fun stops
Fight war, don't fight wars
Fuck a porsche, need a white horse
They'll kill you if they like yours
No going back, just fast forward
The after party, no one knows
Heaven or hell, we could only hope
I just pray that my soul's at peace
And bullets stop, so the kids could dream
Cause it's doing damage mentally
And we might not be what we're meant to be
When we're losing friends to our enemies
We get tired of pouring out Hennessy
For the fallen soldiers
May we meet again someday
Cause I think I lost my way
Take me to the better place
For the fallen soldiers
May we meet again someday
Cause I think I lost my way
Take me to a better place, cause
I don't really wanna be famous
I just want a lotta green paper
You don't needa know what my name is
You don't needa know where we came from
I don't really wanna be famous
I just want a lotta green paper
You don't needa what my name is
You don't needa know where we came from
I'm my own religion
Stuck inside this prison
We was always wishing
For a better living
The demons are yelling
The angels are singing now
So I think it's time that we just hear em out
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Writer(s): Jesus Almonte
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