Reality Tv

I'm trapped out, I threw up and blacked out in the cab
I was at the show and I saw you in the back
I'm haunted, I want it so damn bad

Kill me in my skinny jeans, can you let me rest in peace?
I'm gonna be someone and I hope you know that
Chanel hand bag, I'll buy you that
I look so glamorous in the trap
Reality TV, you could be my baby
All black leather like the fuckin' '80s
Studded belt on me, you fuckin' annoy me
Chop my own arm off 'cause nobody loves me
Party tonight in the basement
You can't get in 'cause you're fucking gay
I sleep all day and party all night
Just take my hand, it feels so right

Stick my fingers inside my mouth
I know I'll never be pretty
I'll tie you up in the dungeon
We look so fuckin' skinny

I'm trapped out, I threw up and blacked out in the cab
I was at the show and I saw you in the back
I'm haunted, I want it so damn bad