You’re not going to shoot me down.

And I would die for hours, write for hours, supply the flowers. 

This is history in the making, 
now shut the fuck up and let me make it.

Fuck what you want, watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne 

And if I jump I’m going to fly and look into the eagles eye 

and see I am lookin’ like you, why? 

Bitch see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me, 

And if you’re shootin’ for the stars 

then just shoot me.