All I ever wanted was to make something of D Bonelli//To get the meaning in this sequence of ideals they sell me//And get the secret to become phenomenally wealthy//And warm the crowd up with my heat I'm hot Uh huh I'm Sweltering//Murdering the game in masses man I'm Helter Skelter//Life was a bitch up until I up & held her//Now she sweeter than the sugar all these women feed me//But I'm pacing to keep at bay the effin diabetes//You might have seen me on the cover of your favorite mag//I hate to brag cause that's how you fall like the fading flag//You're burning bridges cause you hate the people Breakin backs//You keep their money smaller all the while you grow your stacks//And all their sweat could fill the ocean up a hundred times//And you wonder why the economy is in decline//But you won't spare a dime to save their miserable lives//And still you call yourself a follower of Jesus Christ//Well Jesus knows I've been on both sides of the red and black//I went from rags to riches and then on back to rags//But now I'm earning everything I'm holdin in my hands//Yeah I'm working hard And stunting hard a different man

How'm I supposed to be the man that you want//when all the time I feel the devil down in my heart//And I'm always torn between you and the earth and my art//And my angel and my demon are tearing my shoulders apart//How'm I supposed to be the man that you want//When all the time I feel the devil down in my heart//And I'm laways torn between being me or Meeting expectations.

Busy bein the being I've seen in my future the past is sutured at last, we blast it to smithereens//Sitting on bigger dreams//You're Sittin the figuring//Speculating when you're gonna see me on the bigger screen//Man it's hard to stay humble
when you've got bundles of cash and you're regal, but here I am
riding that camel fast through the eye of the needle inspiring people to be more//Bonelli's an eagle. Flyer this time on the sequel

How'm I supposed to be the man that you want//when all the time I feel the devil down in my heart//And I'm always torn between you and the earth and my art//And my angel and my demon are tearing my shoulders apart//How'm I supposed to be the man that you want//When all the time I feel the devil down in my heart//And I'm laways torn between being me or Meeting expectations.

I got this ego//It's this creature that I feed, but it's a fight with my psyche every day and night inside me. Like why me?//Why can't I just step in line behind and be like these cookie cutter mechanical people why'm I so animal//Rational? That's laughable! I wouldn't be Donnie, not a product of anything else specially anybody//Except my parents coming together when they were younger and God above me maybe some of the devil down under//Lighting & thunder//Talking gutter about the world that we live in//Dissatisfied with all options in every choice we're given//Constant Voicing my opinions, like "Damn the grain I'm against it"//I need some different lenses, a set of different senses//YES//I need a new line of credit for my repentance
If I'm ever gonna make it to heaven I need a blessing

How'm I supposed to be the man that you want//when all the time I feel the devil down in my heart//And I'm always torn between you and the earth and my art//And my angel and my demon are tearing my shoulders apart//How'm I supposed to be the man that you want//When all the time I feel the devil down in my heart//And I'm laways torn between being me or Meeting expectations.