[Intro: Etta James]
Oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
Get a feeling that I never, never, never, never had before, no no
I get a good feeling
[Verse 1: kidsnorlax]
Bitch I'm so sadistic, oh I got knives for you
All you bitches look the same, cannot live with the truth
I'ma make a bitch dance, when I step in the room
Find me fucked up in the bathroom from not substance abuse
I don't wanna talk bitch you fucking up my mental
Wanna dress like me and you keep copying the angels
You can't live like me, oh I wish it werеn't painful
Baby you look pretty when you're cut up, wrappеd in cables
[Verse 2: kxtamine]
Studded belt, I'ma wear it down to Hell baby
I know what awaits for me, but you can come as well baby
Sinner, I'm an angel though, sinner with a halo bro
Addict to the self-harm, fucking in a parked car
Wake up, roll a joint 'cause I need that shit to start my day
Rollin' out of bed I check my email, know that I got paid
Wake up in the mornin', gotta make a hit song
Buddy got packed rip he in my bong
[Verse 3: BLUDBANK]
Yeah, yeah
Cut off all my friends 'cause I'm mentally unstable
I'ma paint my nails 'cause I never fuck with labels
Pink designer Glock, I'ma throw it on the table
You can try to be me, but I don't think you're able
Never take my shine, I'ma mother fuckin' angel
If you wanna try me lil' boy, you gon' get mangled
Send you down to Hell and it looking kinda painful
44 up next bitch, stay in your fuckin' lane ho
Oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
Get a feeling that I never, never, never, never had before, no no
I get a good feeling
[Verse 1: kidsnorlax]
Bitch I'm so sadistic, oh I got knives for you
All you bitches look the same, cannot live with the truth
I'ma make a bitch dance, when I step in the room
Find me fucked up in the bathroom from not substance abuse
I don't wanna talk bitch you fucking up my mental
Wanna dress like me and you keep copying the angels
You can't live like me, oh I wish it werеn't painful
Baby you look pretty when you're cut up, wrappеd in cables
[Verse 2: kxtamine]
Studded belt, I'ma wear it down to Hell baby
I know what awaits for me, but you can come as well baby
Sinner, I'm an angel though, sinner with a halo bro
Addict to the self-harm, fucking in a parked car
Wake up, roll a joint 'cause I need that shit to start my day
Rollin' out of bed I check my email, know that I got paid
Wake up in the mornin', gotta make a hit song
Buddy got packed rip he in my bong
[Verse 3: BLUDBANK]
Yeah, yeah
Cut off all my friends 'cause I'm mentally unstable
I'ma paint my nails 'cause I never fuck with labels
Pink designer Glock, I'ma throw it on the table
You can try to be me, but I don't think you're able
Never take my shine, I'ma mother fuckin' angel
If you wanna try me lil' boy, you gon' get mangled
Send you down to Hell and it looking kinda painful
44 up next bitch, stay in your fuckin' lane ho
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