Afterlife

Let me tell you why I spent a couple thousands today.  
'Cause it's the only remedy to stop me poutin' my face.  
Got a wallet worth a lot, cost more than what it can hold.  
Chasing materialistic things like diamonds, leather, and gold.  
Just tryna fill a void left by the people that left me.  
Replaced attachments with the fashion, man, it's really depressing.  
Bought a Lex with a roof that lets me see constellations.  
'Cause I invested in Coins and made my riches off the inflation.  
But the excitement only lasts for a bit and it's over.  
Then it's back to feeling sad with a heart even colder.  
So when I say my farewell, best believe I'm not bluffing.  
Set goals for my life, but it resulted in nothing.  
I just wanted to be loved; I might go take some pills.  
'Cause they don't care about you until after you're killed.  
So maybe I should draw the gun out from my holster.  
Or maybe I should go enjoy a bath with a toaster, haha.  
I might go old-school and just grab me a knife.  
If all goes well, I'll be loved in my afterlife.