[00:00.000] 作词 : ElyOtto
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Chris Khouri/ElyOtto
[00:16.997]*song
[00:19.747]I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*king cash.
[00:21.997]Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half.
[00:24.497]I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*king shit.
[00:26.997]Nothing that I write can make me
[00:28.997]Feels good.
[00:29.747]Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see.
[00:32.247]Neon lights surrounding me, I indulge in luxury.
[00:34.497]Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong，
[00:36.997]Hit the bong,
[00:37.747]hit the b-b-b-b-b,
[00:38.747]Feels good.
[00:39.247]Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my fu*kin' meds.
[00:41.747]Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears.
[00:44.247]Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself.
[00:46.497]I just don't wanna hate myself,
[00:48.005]instead I wanna feel good.
[00:48.997]I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*kin' cash.
[00:51.747]Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half.
[00:53.997]I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*king shit.
[00:56.497]Nothing that I write can make me feel good.
[01:00.747]Where to now?
[01:01.997]Got the rest of my life just laid out.
[01:04.247]Got the rest of my life to fu*k around.
[01:06.747]Got the rest of my life to make sound.
[01:09.247]Where to now?
[01:10.247]Got the rest of my life just laid out，
[01:12.747]Got the rest of my life to fu*k around，
[01:15.497]Got the rest of my life to make sound，
[01:17.997]Feels good.

作词 : ElyOtto
作曲 : Chris Khouri/ElyOtto
*song
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*king cash.
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half.
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*king shit.
Nothing that I write can make me
Feels good.
Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see.
Neon lights surrounding me, I indulge in luxury.
Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong，
Hit the bong,
hit the b-b-b-b-b,
Feels good.
Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my fu*kin' meds.
Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears.
Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself.
I just don't wanna hate myself,
instead I wanna feel good.
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*kin' cash.
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half.
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*king shit.
Nothing that I write can make me feel good.
Where to now?
Got the rest of my life just laid out.
Got the rest of my life to fu*k around.
Got the rest of my life to make sound.
Where to now?
Got the rest of my life just laid out，
Got the rest of my life to fu*k around，
Got the rest of my life to make sound，
Feels good.