Chorus:

I got people saying I sold out! (Okay) My mistake!

But I am God, I’m your leader, and your shit don’t faze me

I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear

You were my man

You were my guy, you were my golden child

But then I had to kick you out, so I parted the clouds

I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear

You’re a dead man

I got people saying I sold out! (Okay) My mistake!

But I am God, I’m your leader, and your shit don’t faze me

I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear

You were my man

Verse 1:

Disloyalty is simple- you talk behind my back

Laugh when I show you my cracks, act like we’re linked from the past

“We’re a team! I did so much for you, don’t you remember?”

Yeah, I remember when you fucked me over many Septembers ago

Had to keep my head held low, you mocked me incessantly

And yet, now I’m worth your time all cuz I can sing melodies?

What the fuck are your priorities? Uphold me like a God

Yet you still won’t speak two words to me when musics not involved

I ain’t a travelling circus, that shit hurts- I ain’t scared to admit it

Finish the album, submit it. Make sure my haters are livid

They said I couldn’t do it cuz I use “they/them”. Okay then

I guess the only thing that earns respect now is payment

Chorus:

I got people saying I sold out! (Okay) My mistake!

But I am God, I’m your leader, and your shit don’t faze me

I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear

You were my man

You were my guy, you were my golden child

But then I had to kick you out, so I parted the clouds

I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear

You’re a dead man

I got people saying I sold out! (Okay) My mistake!

But I am God, I’m your leader, and your shit don’t faze me

I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear

You were my man

Verse 2:

Paranoia is a stupid emotion

I’ll work the most and then I’ll cause a commotion

You riding waves, I’m writing stories bout oceans

I’ll start a menage, take a pill, sip a potion

Let the ganja burn, I will never learn

I just wanna delude myself

Thought I knew you, but you ran to hide

I’m the majesty now, I don’t need help

Immaturity is my mask

My mechanism for the climax

My coping method, hope I’m destined for the greats

But lately, I can't define that

I need therapy, not a reinforcer

Even if it tortures me, I’ll press on

Uncharted waters what I’m in now

But for her sake, I gotta stay strong

“I fucked your mom!” is what I say when I don’t have material

My mixes were to spare to make anything too ethereal

I’ll take that, I’ll improve upon it- after this detour

Focus is for real artists- money, connections, I need more