I just wanna be a rockstar With a million people following Need you to like me so I keep bottling Bad thoughts swallowing pills Still wallowing thrills Feel hollow, obsessed with success Made a next up list Got a song going viral I'm backstage at a show with my rival But I'm a phony, I'm a psycho My ego follows me wherever I go Signed a dotted line on the contract Half a million advance, giving me a chance Wanted so bad, it takes all control of me Nobody from back in the day can get a hold of me now Mom and dad, totally proud I come home to Toronto, it's a sold out crowd But there ain't nobody showing me how And when you're this high up, it's a long way down I got some trouble with you All my problems dissipate When you gone, I'm back to me Tell me what's the point of me? You ask for nothing What's the point of me? Second song flopped, get dropped Thought that I was on top Now I watch as all of these kids pass me He's more young, he's more handsome I get mad, I throw tantrums I was the man last week The algorithm is against me My content ain't getting seen, it upsets me Didn't you know all of this pop punk sells? I wanna unload all of these shotgun shells If Sean Evans don't let me on top of hot ones I'ma give him hell Kill him and kill myself Don't know how to heal myself ***, I don't even know if I'm still myself Young blood and MGK, they better give me a feature They'll be coming with me to the Reaper Travis, you didn't say the song either Thought I was in the game, I'm sitting on the bleachers Well, I'm sick of being underrated I'd rather be the one that faded I'm the best of a generation Guess I gotta die to get my celebration I'm sick of this pretend alternative Don't care if I offend conservatives This the rock album of the year, I'm serving So why the *** hasn't anybody heard of it? Sad to reflect on the lack of respect that I have But the things that I have, I'm a wreck It ain't gonna change for a bag or a check The hole in my soul keeps ragging up debt But it's too late for me, I should've learned earlier Mom's gotta bury her son, she's such a worrier Send a message to my fans, direct courier To me, life is suicide, I'm a murderer I got sunshine where you need it All my problems disappear When you go to bed, you're clean Tell me what's the point of living In a world so unforgiving What's the point of living without you? It was a midsummer's day, raining steadily When they came to reclaim the disgraced celebrity Toxicology found, medicated heavily Oxycontin and weed, cocaine, amphetamines Friends and family horrified Online he was glorified More plays on his *** Some even thought that he was still alive Couple copycats, suicides, that was ill-advised We ignored his cries and pleas Until we posted his RIPs It's ironic That attention, he got high for it To live forever, he had to die for it Or so he thought, cause a couple of months go on Forgotten for the new kid in town, so forth, so on Another sob story on a snarky Lost angel, fallen in Los Angeles