666 in the suburbs

maybe I’m actin’ immature
hate to admit I’m insecure
I gotta cry when it hurts
I’m gonna try to find the words

pet the kitty cat make it purr
selfish but I’m tryin’ to serve
Range Rover in the rain– swerve
gimme company–make it work
hips swingin’ like a pendulum
kiss gonna make you wanna come
back to me– I’m a loaded gun
lipstick color REDRUM
moonlight turnin’ me on
stay up with me ‘till the sun
comes up don’t you want some?
blow your mind–bubblegum

boy, I can make you rich
every dog needs a bad bitch
cut from a different fabric
Chrome Heart thick leather skin
I know I’m abusin’ you
I do what I’m used to
money but I can’t make change
on the private plane in pain

I just want somethin’ real
but I just popped another pill
on the island drippin’ on the beach
waiter bring another round, please
flashes from the paparazzi
adding to my anxiety
how much more can you take?
feels like I gave it all away
spinnin in the twilight zone
round and round and round and round we go