10 stories high up in the night sky Don't look down or you might die Cuz the gates to hell They're paved with gold Diamonds and Prada up in the white hills And the devil herself She wears a tight dress Red lipstick on a blade That rests in your fucking chest Oh fuck I have problem I can't feel no more And there's is blood on her Prada Let me walk this road To the church and back Got forgiven for my sins But I'm back on track Everything is so fucked Now all I do is self-destruct 10 stories high up in the night sky Don't look down or you might die Cuz the gates to hell They're paved with gold Diamonds and Prada up in the white hills And the devil herself She wears a tight dress Red lipstick on a blade That rests in your fucking chest Another night Tryna catch my flight To the Hollywood hills, where the sun never shines Another night Tryna catch my flight Click, click boom, it's called suicide Suicide Take me away from here