David0Mario, Himynameisshan - Mr. SkyCrash! lyrics

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we
Go, here we go, here we go, here we go
Here we go now

One, nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three, nothing wrong with me
Now! (Don't count on me)

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
Nеon lights surroundin me
I indulge in luxury
Everything I do is wrong
Cеpt 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

Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche

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 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
City's breaking down on a camel's back
They just have to go
Cause they don't know wack
So while you fill the streets
It's appealing to see
And you won't get out the county
'cause you're damned and free

Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?

Beverly Hills, that's where I want to be
(Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
Livin in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rollin like a celebrity
(Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
Livin in Beverly Hills

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

(Mr blue Sky)