The Most Important Things Aren't Things

Finally, turned down million dollar deals
Labels like vultures all chasin' a mil
Man, they just beggin' to sign me like I'm 'bout to blow up
So they can make twenty percent when I show up

I don't need the shit that you offer me
Swear my career isn't your fuckin' lottery
Don't want to be the next relevant topic
Or verified check, put the team in an office

I just wanna make my music, get paid, fuck off
Help the fans out the dark when they feel lost
I won't make green just to give you a piece
No LA dreams for the boy, tough seats

So fuck being famous, I don't entertain it
You're lucky I even showed up to that lame shit
How can I say this? All that shit heinous
All of that smoke and mirror shit tainted

And I know that it's hard sometimes, but don't let go
The world will keep on movin'
Without you, so let them know, know, know

If I die in peace, will the reaper weep?
Will you take my hand? Will the reaper weep?
If I die in fame, will they know my name?
Will it stay the same or will it fade away?

If I die in peace, will the reaper weep?
Will you take my hand? Will the reaper weep?
If I die in vain, will they know my name?
Will it stay the same or will it fade away