One Million

Please God, help me get to one million.
I will finally be a happy man.
I will cut you in on the deal,
I will let you in on the plan.
I'll hand over the royalties,
I'll cover all the meager fees.

And if there's a world out there for me,
I know it don't exist out there for free.
I will worship the metrics,
I will obey my fans.
And my future lover,
Oh I know she'll have enormous cans.

I have to say you silence speaks volumes to me.
There ain't a day that go by where I ain't refreshing the feed
It's true, I feel like the cries of a broken man starting to bleed.
I feel the twisted fool of a cretin right inside of me.
And I think you know why, know why. Right?

I think you know you owe something to me.
I prayed at least sixteen times, don't that count for anything?
And my mother, and my father
Are starting to think I'm a goner.
You better intervene quick,
Lest I run to the 'gram and expose you as a big prick.

Oh, don't you wanna get big?
Don't you wanna get big?
Don't you wanna get big?
Don't you wanna get big?

Don't you wanna, don't you wanna get big?
Don't you wanna get big?
Don't you wanna get big?
Get big, get big



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Patrick Henry
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