Nightmares Of The Come-Up

Nightmares of the come up They told me shoot for the moon so trust I got my gun up I’ve hit a few planes, clipped a couple bird’s wings Even dimmed a few stars but I’m working on my aim Caught in the crosshairs of fame and sanity Investing in philanthropy but losing my humanity Like all I want to be is a good person I swear I’ll heal the world when my heart stops hurtin’ Or when these girls finally notice me And try and put me in their shopping carts at the grocery Like “ooh girl, I just got me a millionaire!” Feed em’, fuck em’ , leave em’ just because I got a mil to spare But for now I’m a broke man And my bank account looks like the outside of a coke can I’m forever in the red, bitches never give me head Unless I’m offering some bread And butter, could never bring them home to mother But that’s just the life of a celebrity undiscovered I swear one day I’ll be bigger than breast implants Riding in my Land Rover paying off college grants But these fucking loans are no joke though And a degree is just a piece of paper to a hobo So will that newspaper have to keep me warm Or will I be the headlines that they’re sleeping on? Nightmares of the come up (x4) I love the hustle but I hate the struggle In a world of pins with an ego [as] fragile as a bubble Pop...culture is a game of vultures Money don’t change people but it’s crazy what the fame will alter And I’m crazier for chasing it I got a lot of pain and all I want is to erase that shit Take my past, bathe it in flames Take my exes, forget their names And just become incapable of looking back Until the list of greatest is the only place to put me at Never again will I stress over some pussy cat Get it when I need it, always keep the rubbers rolling back Maybe this is just a dream And all that matters is dumb luck Heart pounds, shrill screams Cold sweats, nightmares of the come up Nightmares of the come up (x4)