Who runs the show

Who runs the show

Who runs the show

Who runs the show who hands out the suspensions

I need a lesson in mishap prevention

Young boy who can’t hear must feel

A masochist you know the deal

I rarely listen, I forgot to mention

And I’m in need of a damn intervention

Young boy who can’t hear must feel

A masochist you know the deal

Pain is inevitable

Misery’s a choice

Pain is inevitable

Misery’s a choice

Now I’m a product, that must turn a profit

Something to prove, I’m a god, I’m a prophet

Tryna be something that’s real

Comes at a price, that’s the deal

Against my better judgment

I agreed to something

To deep to turn back

I’ll deal with it in the afterlife

Young nigga done paid the price

Feels good to be nice

Pain is inevitable

Misery is a choice

Pain is inevitable

Misery’s a choice

What if tonight Lucifer comes for you

Turns out your light, your light

I hope, you’re right

Yeah

‘Cause nobody wants to be

I don’t wanna be alone for the rest of my life, baby

Alone for life, life

Maybe a little bit

So long, sweet boy

Oh, fuck

Baby, look what they did to me, baby

You, will be missed

Look what they did to me. I used to be so sweet

Sweet as candy, soft as a kiss

Smiling all the time

So long sweet boy

You, you will be missed

I used to be a child

Sweet as candy, soft as a kiss

I just wanna be a child again

So, don’t pull the birds

I miss minor sense

I miss trusting people

I used to trust

Look what they did to me, baby