[Instrumental Intro] [Spoken Intro] Got everything. Still don't know what I want. Funny how that works. [Verse 1] Penthouse view, got the keys to every door I drew On a napkin when I had nothing, now the nothing's see-through Every room designed to specification, mine alone But I'm walking through the hallways like I've never been home Got the wardrobe got the table got the reservation set Got the thing before the thing and I ain't even broken a sweat Everything arrived on schedule, everything in order But the satisfaction's thinner than a glass of water Shigga wigga lihka dihka, everything I asked Every single item on the list I fully grasped Ticked and crossed and noted and delivered to the door But I'm standing in the middle wondering what I wanted it for I don't Wanna-Wannaa-- I don't Wanna-Wannaa-- Can't finish that sentence Don't know what comes after [Chorus] Living in luxury Luxury ain't living in me Got the everything Everything means nothing you see All this luxury All this luxury Emptiness is permanent residence Where something used to be [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Second home I visit twice a year because it's there Staff of people maintaining things I barely use or wear Helicopter, rooftop, someone's always at the door Offering me everything I vaguely wanted before But before was hungry and I fed it past the full Now I'm somewhere past the full and feeling the pull Of something unidentified that money never stocked Something in the inventory permanently blocked Chippa dippa sippa lippa, cataloging each Everything is visible but permanently out of reach Had it once or maybe never, hard to tell the difference now Standing in the luxury and wondering how I don't Wanna-Wannaa-- I don't Wanna-Wannaa-- Still can't finish it Still everything though [Chorus] Living in luxury Luxury ain't living in me Got the everything Everything means nothing you see All this luxury All this luxury Emptiness is permanent residence Where something used to be [Instrumental] [Bridge] Not a person Not a purpose Checked both columns Still the same Not a feeling Not a memory Something nameless Without a frame [Build-up] Got it all Still nothing Got it all Still nothing Got it all Still nothing What's it all Worth nothing [Drop] [Verse 3] Fulla bulla hulla mulla, parties every floor Hundred people in the building still I'm heading for the door Not because I hate the company, the company is fine Just a habit now of leaving what is technically mine I designed this life with precision and intent Every square foot accounted for, every penny spent On the version of the future that I told myself I'd build But the blueprint never mentioned this particular guild Of emptiness that moves in when the wanting packs its bags When the hunger's fully fed and all the urgency just sags Into something like contentment but the edges are too clean Like a painting of a feeling that I can't find in between I don't Wanna-Wannaa-- I don't Wanna-Wannaa-- Yeah. Still don't know. [Final Chorus] Living in luxury Luxury ain't living in me Got the everything Everything means nothing you see All this luxury All this luxury Emptiness is permanent residence Where something used to be [Outro] Got everything Still nothing Got everything I don't Wanna-Wannaa-- I don't Wanna-Wannaa-- Marble floor's comfortable though [End]
