Out in the city (Really gone, wasted trash)
This could get tricky (Pretty gone, wasted, smashed)
Brown paper bags (Really gone, wasted trash)
Sipping on mickeys (Pretty gone, wasted, smashed)
I'm feeling risky, no girl can fix me
I'm feeling funny, they call us junkies
Walking on stars, blasting off far
They left us for dead, forgot what we said
From the start we knew we were broken
This life is a glitch, something we should fix
From the start we were ghosts in the machine
This place is sketchy, I'm feeling tipsy
Out with the homies, in with the crowds
I think you're really (Really gone, wasted trash)
I think you're pretty (Pretty gone, wasted, smashed)
Dreams of succeeding (Rich, rich, I'm rich)
And heavy breathing (Pretty gone, wasted, smashed)
My circuitry is wired, Imperfect, I'm on fire
Do whatcha gotta, I know you're lying
This girl is taking over
This girl is taking over, over
Oh, you've got your money but it ain't enough
Oh, you run your mouth but running ain't enough
Oh, your flashy cars and clothes, don't give a f**
Oh, we run this town so just get lost
Just get lost
Just get lost
Move
You run your mouth but running ain't enough
They left us for dead, forgot what we said
From the start we knew we were broken
This life is a glitch, something we should fix
From the start we were ghosts in the machine