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 fucking cash
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fucking brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fucking shit
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 shitty in my bed, didn't take my fucking 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 fucking cash
Maybе I should take a bath, cut my fucking brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fucking shit
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 fucking 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 fuck 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