Make Dead Idols Proud Video (MV)

Quiet stoner kid
With the guap

Hair all in my face
My mama said
"Cut off that mop!"

And a couple years ago
My head had told myself
To f*cking drop

Since then
I've found a higher meaning
And my head has learned to stop
With all that killing-talk

I can't watch my body drop!
Glad myself was 'ventually caught
But my chest still feel little rot-ten
Inside, I think it's 'cause
I'm missing love and need a lot

When I was 16, I killed myself
And was reborn in this skin

Soon 17 now
Inspired at 12
Now holding it down

I made my own sound
Then threw it around
They f*ck with it now!
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, they all f*ck with me now
Make dead idols proud
This flame don't go out

Now I'm off the map
And I'm still running towards
My motherf*cking vision, man

Ain't no one can prepare me
For bands that's boutta hit the fan

Mama watch my back
As well as angels
In the ceiling and the sky
I'ma die with a blunt inside my mouth
Goodnight, Goodbye

Shawty tryna get my f*cking
Number all her life
Strictly pussies use some heat
To seek an ending to a fight

If you gon' kill me
Drop that steel
And grip your hand
Around a knife

Or better yet
Just use your fists
And we can settle this tonight