🎵 Ely (O.T.T.O) // by David0Mario

1 ContributorEly (O.T.T.O) Lyrics Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for this dynasty 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 hatе myself I just don't wanna hate myself, instеad 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 Where to now? Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why Got the rest of my life just laid out You had to hide away for so long (So long) Got the rest of my life to fuck around Got the rest of my life to make sound Where did we go wrong? Feel good I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half You had to hide away for so long (So long) I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit Where did we go wrong? Nothin' that I write can make me feel good Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see Oh, Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury You had to hide away for so long (So long) Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong Where did we go wrong? Hit the bong, hit the bo—, feel good Hey there, Mr. Blue Feelin' shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' meds We're so pleased to be with you Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears Look around, see what you do Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself Everybody smiles at you 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 Hey there, Mr. Blue Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half We're so pleased to be with you I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit Look around, see what you do Nothin' that I write can make me Everybody smiles at you Feel good Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good