Lyrics: ElyOtto
Music: Chris Khouri/ElyOtto
*song
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*king cash.
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half.
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*king shit.
Nothing that I write can make me
Feels 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-b,
Feels good.
Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my fu*kin' meds.
Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears.
Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself.
I just don't wanna hate myself,
instead I wanna feel good.
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*kin' cash.
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half.
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*king shit.
Nothing that I write can make me feel good.
Where to now?
Got the rest of my life just laid out.
Got the rest of my life to fu*k around.
Got the rest of my life to make sound.
Where to now?
Got the rest of my life just laid out，
Got the rest of my life to fu*k around，
Got the rest of my life to make sound，
Feels good.