Yeah, just about to shove my head in a bin
Wait, what?
I don't wanna ask you twice
I'm already on my knees, oh
Living in a paradigm
Reality is a no-show
No-show, yeah
Expectations give me vertigo
Wasting away to the pressure
To the pressure, oh
I don't ever wanna think twice
Thoughts already giving me a hard time
Where the hell is paradise?
Only in the back of my eyes
And underneath all my
Expectations give me vertigo
Wasting away to the prеssure
To the pressurе, oh
You got me tearing all my hair out, hair out
I got this fever pitch it's dead now, dead now
"Fake shit, figure it out," ha
Make me, see you around
You got me tearing all my hair out, hair out
What's the point?
It just sold out
I fucking sold out so hard
STAT have sold out
MILF Atlantic, haha
Am I fucking up my life?
I'm just tryna make improvements
Slowly giving up the fight
But I gotta cover the bruise
(That I get from all the)
Expectations give me vertigo
Wasting away to the pressure
To the pressure, oh
You got me tearing all my hair out, hair out
I got this fever pitch it's dead now, dead now
"Fake shit, figure it out," ha
Make me, see you around
You got me tearing all my hair out, hair out
Hair out, hair out
Have I fucked up my life?
I just keep pulling my hair out
Nah, I think I fucked the lyrics
You got me tearing all my hair out, hair out
I got this fever pitch it's dead now, dead now
"Fake shit, figure it out," ha
Make me, see you around
You got me tearing all my hair out, hair out
Hair out, hair out, ay
Hair out, hair out, yeah
Tearing my hair out
You got me tearing all my hair out, hair out, yeah
I can already hear people hating the song
Ugh, scrap it, start again
