Music: Elliott Platt/Aaron Joseph Aguilar/Alex Chapman
Lyrics: Curtis Waters/Elliott Platt
What's up? This is Kim Petras
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no ****in' cash
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my ****in' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this ****in' shit
Nothin' that I write can make me feel good
Victim of the great machine, in love with everythin' I see
Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury
Everythin' I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong
Hit the bong, hit the boβ, feel good
Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my ****in' 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 ****in' cash
Maybe I should takΠ΅ a bath, cut my ****in' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this ****in' shit
Nothin' that I write can makΠ΅ me feel good
I got a sugar crush I can never get enough
Flip the forward better rush, rush (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hot music, energy, everybody's getting me
Wish I was a better me, me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Feel my heart racing
Everything's changing
Feel ****ing crazy
I just wanna-
Feel good
Victim, victim, made myself a victim
Running in cycles cause I'm struggling in a system
Symptoms, symptoms, dealing with addiction
Got me on these meds , say I'm really sick
I'm home, I'm 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
Pressures keeps on building, never quit it's really down my hand
Give me a minute, I need press pause on this
I just want to feel good, even for a little bit
I'm like a little kid in a sweet shop
Pretty packages I can never make a stop
Suck a nightmare, I can never live it down
So all I really know how to do is make sound