Irrelevant streamer - hey, where did the fans go?

I think that I’m dying, it’s going as planned though

Thinking back on the times that I was the man, though

Alone in my bedroom, this sitcom’s a sad show

I’m planning my exit, this segment’s not bad bro

Lots of time left but, hey, let’s change the channel

I’m your icon’s icon - look, I’m Marlon, I’m Brando

I’m cooking up dinner the sauce is too bland though

Let me tell you stories about my own life

Some troubled teen bullshit, was under the knife

Mom sent me to the desert, likе “I love you, goodnight”

Thought I had it so bad I couldn’t cope with my plight

But the truth is, man, it was just a vacation

At lеast I got addys man, that’s some fire medication

And despite all my problems I was an unwilling patient

Surrounded by burnouts but Houdini escaped it

Spent a few years raw just dealing with illness

I’m sad, I’m depressed

I’m manic, I kill shit

Conversations with God when I don’t take my pills

It’s a little deranged but it felt like God willed it

Wasn’t finding my Zen, I couldn’t handle the stillness

Was frustrating my psych, he couldn’t handle the realness

This story’s got layers like an onion so peel it

I was a cold soul man, empathy? I don’t feel it

I feel for this planet like sand is to Anakin

High and I’m flying … Wait, what was the plan again?

Oh yeah, make my grand opus, become the man again

But what about Madison? I think that she’s mad again

‘Cause I’m being bad again, and said bring the gats again

My buddies are great, man - they check in on their saddest friend

Sometimes I don’t hit back, I swear I’m ashamed

‘Cause I get too fucking busy just playing the game

But who plays it the same?

One question: how could you not love me?

Don’t dodge the inquiry little bitch, you can’t duck me

Can’t follow this act - you stay in line, little ducky

I heard a rumour, that your girl wanna…

… She wanna love me

The past has been crazy, the future looks lovely

Don’t look away now, let’s keep this shit bumping

The chat’s always jumping, come hop in the front seat

I need you to trust me

Despite my misdoings, I’m showing, I’m proving

I promise you this ain’t the fucking conclusion

I’m out here, I’m hooping, I pass to myself, ally-ooping

I don’t need to lie, hand deliver the true shit

Victory lap, who’s here and who’s giving a crap?

Now give me all that

This whole fucking project? I envisioned all that

So give me claps bitch: Clap clap clap

I keep the dance going, tap tap tap

You can laugh laugh laugh

And I’ll collapse -lapse -lapse

I fucked up again - Relapse -lapse -lapse

I write the best song ever then I scrap all that

I’m back on your show? HA!

Bring the gat gat gat

Blat blat blat

Japan you can’t tax all that

I deserve the world? HA!

Give me plaques plaques plaques

Hand me the next track and, shit

I’ma snap on that

‘Cause I’m the first one in

And the last one back

I’m a grassman

’Til the day I fucking pass man

I’ma run the marathon

Even if I’m last man

‘Cause I”m a bad man

Even if the fucking stats bad

And it’s my last chance

Never change my fucking stance man