Murderer Lyrics – grandson
I got sunshine when you’re near
All my problems disappear
When you’re gone, I’m back to blue
Tell me, what’s the point of living
In a world so unforgiving?
What’s the point of living without you?
I just wanna be a rockstar with a million people followin’
Need you to like me so I keep bottlin’ bad thoughts
Swallowin’ pills, still wallowin’
Thrills feel hollow, obsessed with success
Made a next-up list, got a song goin’ viral
I’m backstage at a show with my rival
But I’m a phony, I’m a psycho
My ego follows me wherever I go (Go)
Sign the dotted line on the contract
Half a million advance, givin’ me a chance
Want it so bad, it takes all control of me
Nobody from back in the day can get ahold of me now
Mom and dad are totally proud
I come home to Toronto, it’s a sold-out crowd
But there ain’t nobody showin’ me how
And when you’re this *** up, it’s a long way down
I got sunshine when you’re near
All my problems disappear
When you’re gone, I’m back to blue
Tell me, what’s the point of living
In a world so unforgiving?
What’s the point of living without you?
Second song flopped, get dropped
Thought that I was on top
Now I watch as all of these kids pass me
He’s more young, he’s more handsome
I get mad, I throw tantrums
I was the man last week
The algorithm is against me
My content ain’t gettin’ seen, it upsets me
“Didn’t you know all of this pop-punk sells?”
I wanna unload all of these shotgun shells
If Sean Evans don’t let me onto Hot Ones
I’ma give him hell, *** him and *** myself
Don’t know how to heal myself
***, I don’t even know if I’m still myself
YUNGBLUD and MGK, they better give me a feature
Or they’ll be comin’ with me to the reaper
Travis, you didn’t share the song neither
Thought I was in the game, I’m sittin’ on the bleachers
Well, I’m sick of bein’ underrated
I’d rather be the one that faded
I’m the best of a generation
Guess I gotta die to get my celebration
I’m sick of this pretend alternative
Don’t care if I offend conservatives
This the rock album of the year, I’m sure of it
So why the *** hasn’t anybody heard of it?
Sad to reflect on the lack of respect
That I have for the things that I have, I’m a wreck
It ain’t gonna change for a bag or a check
The hole in my soul keeps rackin’ up debt
But it’s too late for me, I shoulda learned earlier
Mom’s gotta bury her son, she’s such a worrier
Send a message to my fans, direct courier
Tune in live for ***, I’m a murderer
I got sunshine when you’re near
All my problems disappear
When you’re gone, I’m back to blue
Tell me, what’s the point of living
In a world so unforgiving?
What’s the point of living without you?
It was a mid-summer’s day, rainin’ steadily
When they came to reclaim the disgraced celebrity
Toxicology found medicated heavily
Oxytocin and ***, ***, amphetamines
Friends and family horrified
Online, he was glorified
More plays on his Spotify
Some even thought that he was still alive
Couple copycat suicides that was ill-advised
We ignored his cries and pleas until we posted his RIP’s, it’s ironic
That attention, he got *** for it
To live forever, he had to die for it
Or so he thought ’cause a couple months go on
Forgotten for the new kid in town, so forth, so on
Another sob story when a star can’t handle it
Lost angel fallen in Los Angeles