Gutta Over Glitter

Yeah,

look at the throne you built

Heavy is the head,

but it's gold and guilt

Let's talk about the legacy

You traded the pen for a corporate design

Selling out stadiums, losing your mind Flashy lifestyle,

but your spirit is hollow

No one remembers the leaders who follow

Count up the charts but you can't buy respect We see the

ghostwriters cutting the check A king in a kingdom of paper and

plastic

Your whole discography's looking drastic

Is this your legacy?

Gold on your neck?

But your name is a whisper,

you lost your respect No crown on your head when the curtain

is drawn The glitz and the glamour are gone with the dawn

You run to the cameras to cover the scars Renting the mansions

and leasing the cars A billboard success but an underground joke The

fire you promised was nothing but smoke No substance,

no struggle, just luxury brands Built your whole house on the shifting

of sands The audience cheers but they're leaving the show You reached

for the high but you started so low

Is this your legacy?

Gold on your neck?

But your name is a whisper,

you lost your respect No crown on your head when the curtain

is drawn The glitz and the glamour are gone with the dawn

Yeah. Keep the

jewelry. We

keep the

culture.

It's over.