"Millionaire" lyrics
Congratulations. You finally made it
Diggy, you're famous
How do you feel?
Remember the nights
You wanted to write
Stayed up late and skipped a meal?
You're set for life now
Please, put the pen down
Fake your death and leave town
Shut the fuck up
I think I'm seeing ghosts again
But this time it's in a million-dollar mansion
Phone a friend 'cause they're wondering how it happened
Swimming pool up in the back
I keep the demons splashing
I got painting in my house worth more than my entire cabin
I'm not one to brag
But this is all way too familiar
The ones that used to laugh
Now, ask to hang and play some billiards
Scratch that take an 8 ball
Play roulette with fentanyl
Sniff until the reaper call
You know I will never fall
I might be a little crazy
Drive a 100 mile per hour in the 'cedes
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be alright
I might be a little stupid
Everybody in this town. So clueless
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be alright
I heard Victoria told her secret
Then went M.I.A
I heard she wanted to keep it
But it was time for a change
She took off running away
Said, "Fuck all the fame."
It only leads you to a grave
Filled with sex, drugs and pain
I heard Victoria thought about maybe offing herself
'Cause the industry filled her with an unattainable self
Waking up to a hell
Sold her soul to create
Waking up to by herself
There's nothing more that she hates
'Cause that lingerie won't save the day
That white and pink don't look the same
Bring the one that match the pain
That black as night
The black decay
Sold her body to the fame
Only fans is only graves
If she waits another day
She might just slowly wash away
Suffocate. Don't breathe me in
Express yourself through medicine
Doctor said, "Let's up the dose,"
But they don't know the pain you in
They just do what they were told
They just sell what they were sold
Lies, money, fame
This world is so fucking cold
I might be a little crazy
Drive a 100 mile per hour in the 'cedes
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be alright
I might be a little stupid
Everybody in this town. So clueless
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be alright
I might be a fucking misfit but I'm gifted
Leave a paper trail with blue-bill "Benjamins"
I can't resist it
Crazy but I like it
Not admitted. So, I fight it
Love the sound of peace
But I can never find the time to buy it
So, I—
I might be a suicidal lunatic
Already been through with this
Making money like I'm suing it
Stupid but I'm used to it
Every time a new one hit
People coming out the grave
Like their lips are blue again
Diggy, you're famous
How do you feel?
Remember the nights
You wanted to write
Stayed up late and skipped a meal?
You're set for life now
Please, put the pen down
Fake your death and leave town
Shut the fuck up
I think I'm seeing ghosts again
But this time it's in a million-dollar mansion
Phone a friend 'cause they're wondering how it happened
Swimming pool up in the back
I keep the demons splashing
I got painting in my house worth more than my entire cabin
I'm not one to brag
But this is all way too familiar
The ones that used to laugh
Now, ask to hang and play some billiards
Scratch that take an 8 ball
Play roulette with fentanyl
Sniff until the reaper call
You know I will never fall
I might be a little crazy
Drive a 100 mile per hour in the 'cedes
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be alright
I might be a little stupid
Everybody in this town. So clueless
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be alright
I heard Victoria told her secret
Then went M.I.A
I heard she wanted to keep it
But it was time for a change
She took off running away
Said, "Fuck all the fame."
It only leads you to a grave
Filled with sex, drugs and pain
I heard Victoria thought about maybe offing herself
'Cause the industry filled her with an unattainable self
Waking up to a hell
Sold her soul to create
Waking up to by herself
There's nothing more that she hates
'Cause that lingerie won't save the day
That white and pink don't look the same
Bring the one that match the pain
That black as night
The black decay
Sold her body to the fame
Only fans is only graves
If she waits another day
She might just slowly wash away
Suffocate. Don't breathe me in
Express yourself through medicine
Doctor said, "Let's up the dose,"
But they don't know the pain you in
They just do what they were told
They just sell what they were sold
Lies, money, fame
This world is so fucking cold
I might be a little crazy
Drive a 100 mile per hour in the 'cedes
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be alright
I might be a little stupid
Everybody in this town. So clueless
Blindfolded off the bridge by the end of the night
In the end, everything gonna be alright
I might be a fucking misfit but I'm gifted
Leave a paper trail with blue-bill "Benjamins"
I can't resist it
Crazy but I like it
Not admitted. So, I fight it
Love the sound of peace
But I can never find the time to buy it
So, I—
I might be a suicidal lunatic
Already been through with this
Making money like I'm suing it
Stupid but I'm used to it
Every time a new one hit
People coming out the grave
Like their lips are blue again
