stan

sitting here alone on the rainiest of days

wishing you were here to kill the craziest of pains

we've been through so much s**t, so i'm kinda amazed

that over this one little incident you'd get the nerve to walk away

but i guess that's the way it goes, i shoulda known

i'd be destined to have to walk down this lonely road all alone

lighting up another cigarette, though I promised you I'd quit

contemplating slitting wrists and just saying tough s**t

but the scars on my arms can't write these bars

so i pick myself up, coz i'ma star, and i'm shooting far

i feel like i found the damn lamp, but handed it to jafar

but i'ma steal it back, become large, move off of lamar

i guess you were too busy with your career to even see me

i guess you were so preoccupied that you had to up leave me

so now you can see my a*s everyday and night on the tv

coz every chick wants to f**k me, and every dude wants to be me

you were the only thing in my life that made any sense

you were the only thing i thought about during that prison sentence

i paid my penance, but i guess we're finished

now i'm locked up in bed with a girl that's finnish

i can't even pronounce her first or last name

but oh well, f**k it, that's the price you pay for fortune and fame

get off stage, rushed by another nameless dame

take a handful of pills just to reliviate the pain

get inebriated but i feel the same, people are strange

i was tired of working at macdonalds with you for chump change

but you thought i was just a chump uncappable of change

look out how far i've come, the f*****g world knows my name

meanwhile, how the f**k are you doing?

what drugs are you using, and what dude are you suing?

i'm not doing this coz i got something to prove

i'm just doing this coz now i got nothing f*****g left to lose

remember that christmas i wrote you that poem

and bought you those shoes and said i'll always be here

to sing for you when you have the blues?

yeah, well i meant everyword when i said it, so it was true

but now i got some bad news

i'm painting the world and my pockets green without you

but don't worry, this song ain't even about you

so don't get your hopes up, i ain't ever gonna say your name

even when i'm doing this sold out show in ukraine

don't be vain, just sing the refrain

if i could take it all back right now i would

i never woulda done or said the things i shouldnt

but you can't play what if's, so that's all folks

the world is motherfucking full of different strokes

and different blokes for you, and different hoes for me

that's why i'm leaving you here bloody on the street

my hiphop lawyer will help me get off scott free

order another scotch please, the cops i just breeze

right on past in my bronco, with ten dead bodies in the back yo

drinking a glass of oj and vodka, and everything is okay

you want ta, go, when you die you only can go one way

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

There are some little edits needed and a bit re-structuring of moments, but it strings along with a nice flow.