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Oh God tell me that I'm not insane with a toy gun hangin' in my mouth
I'm made of jade and I'm feelin' pretty jaded
It's a problem that I'll never figure out
Take pills for your double black e-e-eyes
Said I pack a punch and give it to ya
Don't promise you'll do better next ti-i-ime
I know never to believe ya
I love bein' bitter
It makes me feel better
Bitter feels better than tryna get better and I
Yes I love bein' bitter but it makes me feel weathered
Now I'm sick in the head and it's not even my fault
Now I'm sick in the head and it's not even my fault
I used to laugh like the cartoon children
I wasn't always this way
Once sweet like an orange creamsicle or lemon icin' on the cake
Uh huh
Bite hard when I try to be ni-i-ice
I know exactly what you want uh
Cut clean when I twist that kni-i-ife
No one falls for the villain
And I love bein' bitter
Yeah it makes me feel better
Bitter feels better than tryna get better and I
Yes I love bein' bitter but it makes me feel weathered
Now I'm sick in the head and it's not even my fault
Now I'm sick in the head and it's not even my fault
I'm unaware
Just give me some time, I'm havin' trouble fightin' wars in my mind
Take it easy
Take it easy
I don't care that I'm on your shelf 'cos
I'm pretty good at talkin' to myself
Take it easy
Take it easy
Take it easy
Take it easy
Take it easy
Yes I love bein' bitter 'cos it makes me feel better
Now I'm sick in the head and I think it's my fault
Now I'm sick in the head and I think it's my fault
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Rendu célèbre par Chappell Roan
Auteur-Compositeur : Chappell Roan
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