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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chandler Leighton
Chandler Leighton
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chandler Leighton
Chandler Leighton
Songwriter
Brennan Loney
Brennan Loney
Songwriter
Autumn Buysse
Autumn Buysse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brennan Loney
Brennan Loney
Producer

Lyrics

Wakin' up with the room spinnin' for the fifth time this week What the hell is wrong with me? No amount of melatonin is helpin' me sleep Tell me, would it be so bad if I was more borin'? Wake up and go to yoga 'stead of lyin' here hungover every mornin' I'm exhausted from always bein' on When all I wanna do is turn off God, I'm so sick of my own shit I say that I'll quit, I hate the way everyone loves it When I can't see straight, forget my own name When did we make this arrangement That I'm only here as your drunk entertainment? But I'll take the shots if you're payin' God, I'm so sick of my own shit Wish I made tips, playin' the part of the party girl Nobody, nobody knows how badly I wanna go home They say that I'm built different, I think it's just the stimulants And now I'm just an actress, tryna keep up with the habits Of the girl who's always saying yes to bathroom window cigarettes To kissing girls and kinky sex with shallow men from the internet I'm exhausted, but I can't turn it off Gotta give the people what they want God, I'm so sick of my own shit I say that I'll quit, I hate the way everyone loves it When I can't see straight, forget my own name When did we make this arrangement That I'm only here as your drunk entertainment? But I'll take the shots if you're payin' God, I'm so sick of my own shit Wish I made tips, playin' the part of the party girl Looked in the mirror, don't like what I see 26 actin' like I'm 17 I'm sick of holdin' a glass like a trophy No one really knows me Take my face off just to put it back on If this is a show, then where's all the applause? I know that it's wrong That I self-destruct just so you'll sing along God, I'm so sick of my own shit I say that I'll quit, I hate the way everyone loves it When I can't see straight, forget my own name When did we make this arrangement That I'm only here as your drunk entertainment? But I'll take the shots if you're payin' God, I'm so sick of my own shit Wish I made tips, playin' the part of the party girl Sick
Writer(s): Autumn Marie Buysse, Brennan Loney, Chandler Leighton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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