See I took a trip tonight I had to get away And if I don’t return At least you’ll know my name Got sick of waiting in lines I had to get my wings ‘Cause on this Earth All I do is scream But angels get to sing (Some real shit right here) (You die for your dreams) Listen Listen Passed out Maxed out My credit card I can’t get no cash out I took the dreamers’ route I seen hella green Six-figure checks Age seventeen I’ve signed autographs Been in magazines The almost queen The next next big thing I should be there Why am I stuck in between? Tasting fame on your tongue It’s a fucked up thing Next You in the black dress You with the fake tits Can you sing this Can you put my Xanax On your daddy’s AmEx Benzodiazepine fiend See I took a trip tonight I had to get away And if I don’t return At least you’ll know my name Got sick of waiting in lines I had to get my wings ‘Cause on this Earth All I do is scream But angels get to sing La la la la la, la la, la la, la la la la la, la, la Angels get to sing (I don’t really want to do nothin’ crazy, but uh) (Truth is, you know, I’m fuckin’ crazy) I don’t wanna be another pop wannabe I can see the lie, see it right in front of me Tell me what you got What you got more than me I hustle harder than you fuckin’ hos, I guarantee Rather get my feedback from a busted amp speaker Than a money-hungry suit camouflaged in some sneakers I’m a psycho with an MD Medicating myself with ecstasy See I took a trip tonight I had to get away And if I don’t return At least you’ll know my name Got sick of waiting in lines I had to get my wings ‘Cause on this Earth All I do is scream But angels get to sing La la la la la, la la, la la, la la la la la, la, la Angels get to sing (Angels get to sing, sing, sing)