Gorgeous

J. Cole tried to warn us
About pushing on these artists
They're ripping themselves apart
Just to show who goes the hardest
And I always get shook when they
End up at the coroners
When I put them in the corner myself
Let's just be honest
Yeah I love it when they go buck
Love it when they do drugs
Love it when they tell us "look at me I'm so fucked up"
Not realizing this is somebody's life
If this was a friend of mine
I hope I wouldn't just be standing by
Sniffing up that false hope
Living through their lives stoned
Just so we can get a glimmer of that fame, so dope
Yeah we wanna see their chains
Look at his neck it's so cold
Take it all of to see what's left
I bet he's all alone
Maybe he's got friends around him
But they didn't tell him shit
Maybe he's got fans that write him
Begging him to never quit
Blasted into the spotlight
Starts burning off his skin
Before he gets the chance
To take precautions
And that's it

Clock speeding up like
It had somewhere to be
I'm getting real fucking sick
Of seeing heroes hit their knees
Overwhelmed by demons
That they rap about
On catchy beats
And look at me
I eat it up and beg them for the next release
"Better be better than what you just did"
"Let me judge your function"
"If it ain't better than your best shit
Better jump ship"
Judgement from the public
Put the pressure on that someone
In the hot seat for a summer
Rip their soul out of their stomach
Show it off to the crowd
Always asking if you're proud
Pushing anyone who tries
To only be what we allowed

And I know that I do it
I got receipts I can prove it
Love listening to this music
About the drugs they consuming
About the women they screwing
About the guns that they shooting
Look at the life that they're losing
I'm watching heroes just lose it
Like what the fuck am I doing
I know I'm not pulling triggers
And I'm not making them do it
But I buy into the market
Of watching people abusing
And going off on their bruises
Like why is this so exclusive
It's this idea that working hard
Is worth the life of a human
I'm dropping 10 bucks a month
In exchange for illusion
As if that's even really worth it
You can't tell me that it is and
Cover graves with some tulips
And claim they made some great music
But we're just making excuses