It’s a long way to the top so once you get there you better not fall off cause if you fall off, man you’ll be like me, man never to be seen again You better have a good reason for being gone all season or you like me striving to be free Free of all responsibility and almost goddamn everything That means the eye you too busy getting high You could’ve at least stopped by But nah, you kept climbing, blind to the signs Left me in the gutter chasing cheap red wine I was screaming your name through the smoke and the static You were posing for pictures, living life like it’s cinematic I traded the throne for a needle and a prayer You traded your soul just to breathe that rare air Funny how the top looks golden from the ground Till you realize it’s hollow and there ain’t nobody around So keep your crown, king, keep your view from the peak I’ll be down here laughing with the ghosts in the street Cause falling ain’t failing if you never hit the floor Sometimes disappearing is the only open door Yeah, it’s a long way to the top… Hope the fall don’t kill you, fam Cause I’m still breathing Still some kind of man Even if the world forgot my name I’m the proof that you can lose and still win the game Here’s a finished version that keeps your raw, gritty vibe and flows naturally from where you left off: It’s a long way to the top so once you get there you better not fall off cause if you fall off, man you’ll be like me, man never to be seen again You better have a good reason for being gone all season or you like me striving to be free Free of all responsibility and almost goddamn everything That means the eye you too busy getting high You could’ve at least stopped by You could’ve at least stopped by Hope this answers your question why