She begged 4 cigarettes

I’d split a pack or two… Sometimes I understood. My lungs would tell the truth; I won’t breathe again in Hollywood. 

She begged for cigarettes, then threw me to the ground. Would stomp me out as punishment, ‘cause she knew I’d never make a sound. 

And she was right For years on end. I didn’t wanna fight; She stole all my friends.

I gave her everything I had, And it’s now her property. There’s no use in being mad, It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Hurt people, hurt people. That’s how the saying goes. It’s gone as far as it needs to, The scars I have will show.

They said it was “just business,” Even though mistakes were personal. But I actually lost my business; Over 40 artists in the know.

She told them I was a cheat; The scum of the fucking earth. They were counting on my defeat, It’s been this way since birth.

I went into hiding underground In a different place, I was alone. But I’m grateful for what I found ‘Cause I can call this place home.

The numbers are real. The streams don’t lie. Yet you still think I’m fake, Even though I don’t deny.

‘Cause her numbers are higher, Therefore, it’s her truth. I gave those to her, And she got a pleasure cruise.

But I don’t hate her for who she is, Nor the people she told, The ones I used to work with No matter how many records we sold.

Abuse is what she did to me. She turned my world upside down. I abandoned all my hopes and dreams, And now it’s time to take a bow.