Lyrics To the Bank - Morgan St. Jean

You say I should die
While you hide in your mother's basement
First to criticize but your bio
Says Jesus saved ya, okay
On the sidelines judging my life
While I'm out here trying
You're placing bets on when
You'll get to see my great demise
But thankfully
Haters pay my bills, always will
Keep the lights on
Go in for the kill but you're still
Singing my songs
I'll be getting rich, finding fame
So, hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the
Go ahead break my heart
I'll make art from the pieces
I could buy a car from the scars
That you're leaving
I'll be getting rich, finding fame
So, hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the bank
You say I'm a bore, I'm a whore
And my music's garbage
Did you see the score
Pretty sure, that you've never charted
Can't be in the game
When you're sitting on the couch
Can't forget my name
When it's always in your mouth
Haters pay my bills, always will
Keep the lights on
Go in for the kill
But you're still singing my songs
I'll be getting rich, finding fame
So hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the
Go on break my heart
I'll make art from the pieces
I could buy a car from the scars
That you're leaving
I'll be getting rich, finding fame
So hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the
Fake fun, witch hunt
Keep on coming for me
Just burn me up so then you might see
In the light you look a whole lot like me
Fake love, misjudged
Keep on coming for me
Real pain, real shade
I hope you find peace
But in the meantime I'll be counting
All my money
Haters pay my bills, always will
Keep the lights on
Go in for the kill
But you're still singing my songs
I'll be getting rich, finding fame
So hate me all the way
Hate me all the way to the bank