🎵 Mr. SkyCrash! // by David0Mario & himynameisshan.

1 ContributorMr. SkyCrash! Lyrics Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go now One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Now! (Don't count on me!) I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit Nothin' that I write can make me feel good Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see Nеon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury Everything I do is wrong, 'cеpt for when I hit the bong Hit the bong, hit the bo—, feel good Feelin' shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' 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 fuckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit Nothin' that I write can make me feel good Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche Lost the money in my bank account, oh no Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche Lost the money in my bank account, oh no Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche Where to now? Got the rest of my life just laid out Got the rest of my life to fuck around Got the rest of my life to make sound Feel good I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit Nothin' that I write can make me Feel good City's breaking down on a camel's back They just have to go, 'cause they don't know wack So while you fill the streets, it's appealing to see And you won't get out the county 'cause you're damned and free [Whistling from All Star] Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once? Beverly Hills, that's where I want to be (Gimme gimme, gimme gimme) Livin' in Beverly Hills Beverly Hills, rollin' like a celebrity (Gimme gimme, gimme gimme) Livin' in Beverly Hills I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit Nothin' that I write can make me feel good Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong Hit the bong, hit the bo—, feel good Feelin' shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' 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 (Mr. Blue Sky)