Reality Tv

I'm trapped out, I threw up and blacked out in the cab I was at the show and I saw you in the back I'm haunted, I want it so damn bad Kill me in my skinny jeans, can you let me rest in peace? I'm gonna be someone and I hope you know that Chanel hand bag, I'll buy you that I look so glamorous in the trap Reality TV, you could be my baby All black leather like the fuckin' '80s Studded belt on me, you fuckin' annoy me Chop my own arm off 'cause nobody loves me Party tonight in the basement You can't get in 'cause you're fucking gay I sleep all day and party all night Just take my hand, it feels so right Stick my fingers inside my mouth I know I'll never be pretty I'll tie you up in the dungeon We look so fuckin' skinny I'm trapped out, I threw up and blacked out in the cab I was at the show and I saw you in the back I'm haunted, I want it so damn bad