that's a lie

歌詞

He screamed, “The world’s gonna burn!” Scribbled prophecies in a dusty old tome. TVs blarin’, internet echoin’ his voice. People shook, panickin’, Runnin’ round, nowhere to go. Every page he flips, his wallet gets fat. Truth? Man, nobody cares about that. Rakin’ in royalties, buyin’ up greed. Even if the planet fries, he’s still gonna grin. Yo, it’s comin’… The prophet built a mansion, Chandeliers gleamin’ in a hollow-ass night. Cruisin’ in a Lincoln, tearin’ up the town. Even though the world’s doomed next year, Yeah, the world’s doomed next year. Prophet built a mansion, straight up. Stackin’ stocks, snatchin’ up rare earth. Palladium shines, Bitcoin’s his gold. Too lazy to write, so he let AI spit Prophecies for a decade—man, he don’t even know. Earth didn’t end, time just rolled on. Still, he’s stackin’ cash, buildin’ his throne. Then somebody torched his fancy-ass crib, Flames dancin’ wild— His hell’s prophecy kicks off now. Hold up, let it breathe… The prophet’s mansion, Swallowed by flames. Chandeliers crash, Lincolns, Caddies, all turn to ash. Stock certificates burn, Safe got jacked. His prophecy? Yo, it came true. His prophecy? Damn, it came true. The hell he saw, it’s real now, Nobody bought his words, but the end’s comin’ down. The prophet’s mansion, Sky’s cryin’ tears. Flames sing loud, On this endgame night. Lincolns, Caddies, reduced to dust. Deeds go up in smoke, gold bars snatched. His prophecy? It hit hard. Let it sink in… He screamed, “Hell’s comin’!” Laughin’ alone in the burnin’ rubble. Earth keeps spinnin’, But he’s done for. The prophecy? It landed. The prophecy? It landed.