(Yeah, I'm just about to shove my head in bin)
(Wait, what?)
I don't wanna ask you twice
I'm already on my knees, ohh
Livin' in a paradigm
Reality is a no-show
No-show, yeah
Expectations give me vertigo
Wasting away to the pressure
To the pressure, ohh
(But)
(What the fuck?)
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 pressure
To the pressure, ohh
You got me tearin' 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 tearin' all my hair out
Hair out, ayy
(What's the point?)
(You could've just sold out)
(I fucking sold out)
(Milf Atlantic, haha)
Am I fuckin up my life?
I'm just tryna make improvements
Slowly givin' 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, ohh
You got me tearin' 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 tearin' all my hair out
Hair out, ayy
(Ayy, ay-a-ayy)
Hair out
Hair out, ayy
(Ayy, ay-a-ayy)
(I just worked all my life)
(I just keep pulling my hair out)
(Uh, I think I fucked the lyrics)
You got me tearin' 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 tearin' all my hair out
Hair out, ayy
(Ayy, ay-a-ayy)
Hair out
Hair out, ayy
(Ayy, ay-a-ayy)
Hair out
Hair out, ayy
Ayy, ayy
(Tearin' my hair out, yeah)
You got me tearin' all my hair out
Hair out, yeah
(I can already hear people hating the song)
(Yeah?)
(Ugh, scrap it, start again)
