Out on the weekend, got no high hopes
Clock someone new but I don’t wanna try tho
I just wanna dance but I’m trying not to cry tho
I’m just tryin’a move and I ain’t talking tae bo
I’m going snowblind at an Evian Christ show
Where the fuck is my life going, Christ knows!?
I’m going mad for the beauty, fucking mad
I’m going mad for the beauty like a man
I’m going mad for the beauty, fucking mad
I’m going mad for the beauty like a man
I’m going mad for the beauty, fucking mad
I’m going mad for the beauty like a man
Traded all my fidget spinners for a balisong
I just wanna be your main one
Face down in the pool like I ain’t grew up in my town
I ain’t one to waste your time on your pantomime
Put me behind you with a smile gone
Yeh, it’s my shoulders I cry on
On the road out of perdition
Going mad for the beauty, watch me go
Everything at once on show
I thought I knew myself, I didn’t even know
Mad for the beauty watch me go
I’m done with the specifics
Getting too real, I reached my limit
Nah, you ain’t even with it
Had it but it’s gone in a minute
Gimme a verse, I’m gunna kill it
Gimme a show, I’m in the spirit
You want a hook? I’m gunna sing it
Fever pitch is how I kick it
You can’t even hear the lyrics
Did I do it? No I didn’t!
Don’t play the field, this isn’t cricket
phonewifey in the building
By this panic every payday
Feeling unhappy in my hayday
Had me packing for a staycay
It’s ok beat cracking headache
Stranded on a planet made of plastic calling mayday
Stack it up and crash it like the bankers back in ‘08
Slap me on a track, hand the baton in a relay
Attack with my bandits and you bang this through the PA
Eternal sinner and lover of all Men
I’m going mad for the beauty, fucking mad
I’m going mad for the beauty like a man
I’m going mad for the beauty, fucking mad
I’m going mad for the beauty like a man
I’m going mad for the beauty, fucking mad
I’m going mad for the beauty like a man