Lyrics:

I send money to Missionaries
My rent situation's officially scary
I smoke cigarettes
By my grandma's grave
I mix more medications
Than mixed martial arts fans live in basements
I talk shit
When I'm afraid
But I watched you
Blow him apart
Like a meteor
They'll find pieces of that boy's heart
When they get to Mars

I took to the streets, I learned from busking
My technique is worse than disgusting
You can teach yourself anything
I'm the living proof
I got laughed at by future starts
They get their masters from Julliard
I learned to sing
In a chicken coop
And I watched you
Burn him alive
He just looked amazed
They'll be washing
That boy's pride
Off the street for days