ElyOtto - SugarCrash! (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Kim Petras] What's up? This is Kim Petras (ElyOtto) (Good-good-good job, Curtis) (Let's go) [Chorus: ElyOtto] I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*kin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*kin' sh*t Nothin' that I write can make me feel good [Verse 1: ElyOtto] 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' sh*tty in my bed, didn't take my fu*kin' 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 [Chorus: ElyOtto] I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*kin' cash Maybе I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*kin' sh*t Nothin' that I writе can make me feel good [Verse 2: Kim Petras] (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 fu*kin' crazy, I just wanna Feel good [Verse 3: Curtis Waters] 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) [Bridge: ElyOtto] Where to now? Got the rest of my life just laid out Got the rest of my life to fu*k around Got the rest of my life to make sound Feel, feel good [Outro: ElyOtto] 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