"To The Bank" lyrics

You say I should die while you hide in your mothers basement
First to criticize but your bio says Jesus saved you, ok
You're on the sidelines, judging my life while I'm out here trying
You're placing bets on when you'll get to see my great demise
But thankfully

Haters pay my bills, always will, keep the lights on
Go in for the kill but you're still singing my songs
I'll be getting rich finding fame
So hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the
Go on break my heart, I'll make art from the pieces
I could buy a car from the scars that you're leaving
I'll be getting rich finding fame
So hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the bank

You say I'm a bore, I'm a whore, and my music's garbage
But did you see the score? pretty sure, that you've never charted
Can't be in the game when you're sitting on the couch
Can't forget my name when it's always in your mouth

Haters pay my bills, always will, keep the lights on
Go in for the kill but you're still singing my songs
I'll be getting rich finding fame
So hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the
Go on break my heart, I'll make art from the pieces
I could buy a car from the scars that you're leaving
I'll be getting rich finding fame
So hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the

Fake front
Witch hunt
Keep on coming for me
Just burn me up so then you might see
In the light you look a whole lot like me

Fake love
Misjudge
Keep on coming for me
Real pain, real shame, I hope you find peace
But in the meantime I'll be counting all my money

Haters pay my bills, always will, keep the lights on
Go in for the kill but you're still singing my songs
I'll be getting rich finding fame
So hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the bank