Lyrics My Own Gold Chain - Wooked

I wanna hang myself with my own gold chain
Silver too new, I'm too used to all of the old pain
I've been told just to stay in my own lane
But I think I'll hop in with the rest on this ghost train

I know I fuckin' hate myself, so fuck it
Just dropped two more tears in fuckin' bucket

Depression chose what I do like strings on a puppet
But I won't kill myself until zero hits my budget
Money and pride seem to be the only thing keeping me going
I'm dragging myself through hell without even knowing

But I know the money's good, so there's no time for joking
No slowing, no choking, only make money til' the account over flowing

This empty room it tends to get dangerous
Every time I step in, I know I got the same purpose
Being alone, thinking until I'm crazy off the angel dust
And make the blood flow until I've become nervous

I'll keep on trying my honest hardest
Until I give my body back to stardust
I'm selfish the way I want back in God's garden
Because the soul I have has all been fuckin' tarnished

I wanna hang myself with my own gold chain
Silver too new, I'm too used to all of the old pain
I've been told just to stay in my own lane
But I think I'll hop in with the rest on this ghost train

I got my, mind clustered
Just like my messy room
I think I need to clear out
The rest of the goofy fumes

The air gets clouded and I'm stuck with the gloomy views
I just wish I could get back watching all my looney toons