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Chloe Lilac
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I took all my sick days, how’d I get in this place? Probably restin' bitch face (Lazy) Friday night I’m lifted, cookin' in the kitchen No one ever listens (Baby) Yeah, I’m alone with Satan, broke up with my boyfriend And I went off the deep end (Crazy) I’m still out in Brooklyn, wipin' off my lipstick Hookin' up with misfits (Jaded) All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Somewhere in between Ecstacy and suicide I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I call them out on all their fake shit They say I’m great in moderation Underneath the carpet, sleepin' with the roaches Rollin' on the inside (Hell nah) My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics Frightened of the realness (Or some) I know, I know That I should be less honest with myself Box up all the feelings, put 'em in a coffin And try to get some help Underneath the carpets, sleepin' with the roaches Rottin' on the inside (Glamour) My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics Frightened by the weirdness (Wholesome) I know I know, that I should be less honest with myself Box up all my feelings, put ‘em in a coffin Or try to get some help I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I call them out on all their fake shit They say I’m great in moderation All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Somewhere in between Ecstacy and suicide All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Somewhere in between Ecstacy and suicide I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I call them out on all their fake shit They say I’m great in moderation
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