Suicide Rave

Bitch, I'm on the X-pills
With the cool kids
Tell me all your problems, baby girl
I wanna know this
Slapping my friends
Holy shit, we're on the helium
All these fuckin' feelings
Wash away, make me feel dumb, dumb

Bitch, I'm on the X-pills
With the cool kids
Tell me all your problems, baby girl
I wanna know this
Christmas lists on the fourth of July
Baby, I'm so fuckin' high
I'm so fuckin' high

I'm so fuckin' dumb
Baby girl, you're need to exhale
In the middle of the club
Bloody wrists, oh, fuckin' well, oh
That's so dumb, I know
But that's really what I wanna do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do

Feelin' like I'm really dead
(I'm a fuckin' scene girl)
She said she wanna call me up
But I don't really feel well

Oh, well, I know
I guess that's what I have to do
Do, do, do, do, do

Bitch, I'm on the X-pills
With the cool kids
Tell me all your problems, baby girl
I wanna know this
Slapping my friends
Holy shit, we're on the helium
All these fuckin' problems
Make me weird, make me feel dumb, dumb

Bitch, I'm on the X-pills
With the cool kids
Tell me all your problems, baby girl
I wanna know this
Christmas lists on the fourth of July
I'm so fuckin' high
Let's fuck through the night