What is fame
But an excuse
To live on *******
Women
And whatever else you please
Depression
The pressure to please

Sure, everyone loves you
But you know they don't know you
And you're too high
To notice the people who do

Have fun on your next trip
You're flying high now
Life is pretty great
As long as you can't see straight
You love it like that
Life through a color-blurred film

What is fame
But to hate yourself
And hate life
And say nothing about it

Someday if you're lucky
You will find help
But for now,
You will just enjoy the next sip
The next lover
The next hit
The next lie