The worst part of being good is the part where you are bad
To those eyes who f*cking gaze at you, envious plotting back
My intentions were benevolent and yours are to destroy
I could change my aim, pencil this plane and f*ck your life up, boy
Sit back down, give me that crown
You ain't nothing but a hyped up clown
If you can't make one damn sound, what makes you f*cking think that you could leave your town?
Cause I made it rain and I made it storm
I'll be there in space, have fun staying indoors
I don't need the fame and I don't need the love
But man does it pay to be f*cking shit up, huh
I made this storm, it rains it pours
And I made this storm, it rains it pours
Cause I made this storm, it rains it pours
Cause I made this storm, it rains it pours
And I made this storm, rains it pours
And I made this storm, rains it pours
I made this storm, rains it pours
Cause I made this storm, rains it pours