I hate you for what you did And I miss you like a little kid I faked it every time but that's alright I can hardly feel anything I hardly feel anything at all You gave me fifteen hundred To see your hypnotherapist I only went one time, you let it slide Fell on hard times a year ago Was hoping you would let it go And you did I have emotional motion sickness Somebody roll the windows down There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out I'm on the outside looking through You're throwing rocks around your room And while you're bleeding on your back in the glass I'll be glad that I made it out And sorry that it all went down like it did I have emotional motion sickness Somebody roll the windows down There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out Why do you sing with an English accent? I guess it's too late to change it now You know I'm never gonna let you have it But I will try to drown you out You said when you met me you were bored You said when you met me you were bored And you, you were in a band when I was born I have emotional motion sickness I try to stay clean and live without And I want to know what would happen If I surrender to the sound Surrender to the sound

I can never get a break from it, no, woah Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist Bitch, I'm rich, yeah I can never get a break from it, no, woah Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist Bitch, I'm rich, yeah Search for my heart, you can't find it I feel alone in the room I'm feelin' overconsumed So I'ma take more of the shrooms 'Cause that bitch gon' bring me my doom (yeah-yeah, yeah) Pourin' up (yeah-yeah, woah), rollin' up, yeah (yeah) Pourin' up (yeah-yeah, woah), rollin' up, yeah (yeah) I hit the dash, vroom V12, I'm swervin' the coupe, uh And then she hittin' the roof (roof) Nigga, I came out the blue (yeah) So I be covered in blue faces (woo) Bitches gon' pick and they choose (yeah, yeah) Money on me, change the mood crazy (woo) I do not know how to lose (yeah) Tryna get, get back Baby, don't try that All you lil' niggas tryna ride wave I can never let that happen, so I'm comin' on, ooh, I'ma switch plays I was on the setback Tryna get my nut off, now that I got that, I'ma switch lanes You can never get that, dummy lil' bitch Leave her on seen (she been hittin' me for days) I can never get a break from it, no, woah Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist Bitch, I'm rich, yeah I can never get a break from it, no, woah Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist Bitch, I'm rich, yeah

I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself In your arms and I am drowning like the child I was I need more, can you help me? Feed my sin, come and kill me It's calling Calling Calling Calling me Endless skies falling freely down upon my head So much for hopeless dreaming, frustration settles in I need more, can you help me? Feed my sin, come and kill me It's calling Calling Calling Calling me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah