superstar

Will they love you when you're famous? Will you never be alone? Hope someday I'll find my karma, I'll be down below. I'll be in at twenty-seven, only twenty years to Go. Got a boy on ass, alibi, Only you, it's only you, but I'm far away And I can't choose. Got a lot of lessons that I need to Learn, got a lot of lessons. By depression or misconceptions, And lead to lessons. My depression, it makes me question. My depression, Gotta be a lot Of bad, gotta suicide. Gotta fight, gotta be bad, gotta be a Suicide. Gotta be my gotta be my- In California where the Angels cry for me. On the drugs diamonds in my teeth. Gotta be a lot of bad, Gotta Suicide. Gotta go and lose the fight, gotta hide Gotta Be my suicide