What's up? This is Kim Petras (ElyOtto) (Good-good-good job, Curtis) (Let's go) I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit Nothin' that I write can make me feel good Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong Hit the bong, hit the bo—, feel good Feelin' shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' 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 fuckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit Nothin' that I write can make me feel good (Woo-ah) I got a sugar crush, I can never get enough Lookin' for a better rush, rush (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Pop music energy, everybody scared of me Wish I was a better me, me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Feel my heart racin', everything's changin' Feel fuckin' crazy, I just wanna Feel good Victim, victim, made myself the victim Runnin' in a circle 'cause I'm stuck up in the system Symptom, symptom, dealin' with addiction Got me on these meds, they sayin' I'm really sick Oh-ho, I ain't comin' home Don't miss when I'm gone I ain't comin' home (Oh) Where to now? Got the rest of my life just laid out Got the rest of my life to fuck around Got the rest of my life to make sound Feel, feel good I'm on a sugar crash, I don't really understand Pressure keeps on buildin', now the blood is runnin' down my hands Give me a minute, I need to process all this I just wanna feel good, even for a little bit Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da I'm like a little kid in a sweet shop Pretty packages, I can never make it stop It's like a nightmare, I can never live it down So all I really know how to do is make sound