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What's up? This is Kim Petras
ElyOtto (Good-good-good job, Curtis)
Let's go
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no *** cash
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my *** brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this *** ***
Nothing that I write can make me feel good
Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see
Neon lights surrounding me, I indulge in luxury
Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong
Hit the bong, hit the b-b-b-b, feel good
Feeling ***ty in my bed, didn't take my *** meds
Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears
Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself
Just don't wanna hate myself, instead I wanna feel good
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no *** cash
Maybе I should take a bath, cut my *** brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this *** ***
Nothing that I writе can make me feel good
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I got a sugar crush, I can never get enough
Looking for a better rush, rush (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pop music energy, everybody scared of me
Wish I was a better me, me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Feel my heart racing, everything's changing
Feel *** crazy, I just wanna
Feel good
Victim, victim, made myself the victim
Running in a circle 'cause I'm stuck up in the system
Symptom, symptom, dealing with addiction
Got me on these med's, they saying I'm really sick
Oh-ho, I ain't coming home
Don't miss when I'm gone
I ain't coming home
Where to now?
Got the rest of my life just laid out
Got the rest of my life to *** around
Got the rest of my life to make sound
Feel, feel good
I'm on a sugar crash, I don't really understand
Pressure keeps on building, now the blood is running down my hands
Give me a minute, I need to process all this
I just wanna feel good, even for a little bit
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I'm like a little kid in a sweet shop
Pretty packages, I can never make it stop
It's like a nightmare, I can never live it down
So all I really know how to do is make sound