Lyrics

Undress my clothes and leave my brain alone That's not your business If God exists, then He's insanely slow to fill my wishlist Got six of these senses that's too much info, it's - All day, all day Repeat myself like fucking dial tone It's more of the same shit More of the same shit, more of the same I can't complain that as we sighing so low I been with a juice, hey bitch Hey, bitch Hey, bitch No other magic show puts life on the line quite like mine Six days a week, abuse my brain for beats My best friend is my sleep That don't come cheap, that don't come cheap What if my eyes don't close for weeks? What am I here to achieve? If you really loved yourself, you could just sit at home watch TV Tell me the difference between Tell me the difference between ambition and insecurity I'm just gonna exist I'm just gonna exist It's no longer cool to be rich I'm just gonna exist I'm just gonna exist It's no longer cool to be rich I'm just gonna exist I'm just gonna exist Hey, bitch Hey, bitch It's no longer cool to be rich I'm just gonna exist
Writer(s): Bryce Connolly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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