But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord I ain't no senator's son, son Some

But it ain't for you to know I'm to myself like the usual I'm tryna know what the future holds I'm thinkin' clear never losin' hope Nothing's ever promised, tomorrow or today From the Bay Like 40 & Dre But it ain't for you to knoww Sometimes I gotta be

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

Oh there ain't no diamonds in the boredom So be clear, be clear Oh there ain't no way to say I love you more Oh there ain't no darkness that I fear So be clear, just to be clear All I am is the bones you made for me so garishly clean White as the horses,

Just like a woman Yes she does And she makes love And she aches Like a little girl Ain't it clear But she breaks Nobody feels any pain

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, their red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no

I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry Never too much, never too much, so much I just cashed out on my neck, that's a house Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain't hearin' it So much ice,

Everything so clear now It's written on your face In a world within a world I can smell the bridges burn Sharks ever circling They never go away In these dark, murky waters So hard to navigate and so easy to hate Paint me black, demonize me, this is how

I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut