Lyrics

Cheap thrills turn into bad habits One more, I just got to have it It's turning me into an addict It's turning me into an addict We're sick, sick, sick in the head Want more 'til there's nothing left Beast, beast needs to be fed Take, take before it's all gone Things I don't even want Fake, fake, something I'm not (something I'm not) Build it up high Watch it all fall down Mansions in the sky Burn them to the ground Are we happy yet? Are we happy yet? Drowning in our luxuries Can I get an R-I-P? (Can I get an R-I-P?) Drowning in our luxuries Can I get an R-I-P? Six feet deep into my madness Cha-ching Let's just call it fashion Oh, you know it never lasts So you better step on the gas We're sick, sick, sick in the head Want more 'til there's nothing left Beast, beast, needs to be fed Take, take, before it's all gone Things I don't even want Fake, fake, something I'm not (something I'm not) Build it up high Watch it all fall down Mansions in the sky Burn them to the ground Are we happy yet? Are we happy yet? Drowning in our luxuries Can I get an R-I-P? Drowning in our luxuries Can I get an R-I-P? Drowning in our luxuries Can I get an R-I-P? Sorry, I don't mean to kill the vibe But we're all dead inside My oh my, no one cried Guess we got caught up in the hype Sorry, I don't mean to kill the vibe But we're all dead inside My oh my, no one cried I just want to lose my mind Drowning in our luxuries Can I get an R-I-P? Sorry I don't mean to kill the vibe (Vibe vibe vibe) Drowning in our luxuries Can I get an R-I-P?
Writer(s): Andrew M Cohen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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