Addy in my Prada, she don't know I'm hollow Pretty face, switch the chase, different one tomorrow Double cup, level up, feelings in a bottle Heart on ice, roll the dice, going full throttle She think she special, I got seven in my contacts First name "Tuesday," money where my conscience at Porsche go fast, love don't last Pop another half, do the math Running from the feeling, staring at the ceiling You want something real, I'm barely even breathing Mixing up the chemicals to make it through the evening Tell you that I love you but we both know that I'm leaving (Both know that I'm leaving) (Codeine when I'm grieving) Facetime fifty women while you're in my sweater High fashion, low passion, said I'm getting better Lies sweeter than the Xan that's dissolving on my tongue Party favors, new flavors, too numb to be young Credit card therapy, buying what I can't feel You're asking 'bout forever, I can't tell you what's real Stimulants for breakfast, depression for dessert Love you till the comedown, then I make it hurt She wants consistency I want a Percocet She wants to fix me I'm not broken yet (Just bent, just bent) Money well spent Running from the feeling, staring at the ceiling You want something real, I'm barely even breathing Mixing up the chemicals to make it through the evening Tell you that I love you but we both know that I'm leaving [Outro] Tomorrow I'll forget your name Different pill, different game Sorry that I'm built this way (Built this way, built this—)
