Lyrics The Palms – This Bitch
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Wasted
Look world I’m wasted
You’ll still make me your President
Even if I don’t erase it
All that worrying does is take away
From your vacations
Sold ‘ya
A cherry cola
And now you’re packing your bags
And heading straight to California
Chasin’ that one oasis
Just throw your money away
So you’ll never have to face it
The stage is set
Where will it go
Sit back, enjoy the show
This, bitch, still
Thinking that he made it
Rich, kids, still
Thinking that they’re famous
Tell me that you want it
(Yeah), we want it
(Yeah), we want it
Total entertainment
‘Till these old walls come falling down
Hate this
We’ll just replace it
With the flavor of the month
So you can even taste it
Go on and shake it
And tell me how many likes
It takes until you make it
I don’t wanna stop chasing waterfalls
I just wanna ride till the wheels fall off
Save it
Get off my spaceship
So you can carry on, but I gotta go
This, bitch, still
Thinking that he made it
Rich, kids, still
Thinking that they’re famous
Tell me that you want it
(Yeah), we want it
(Yeah), we want it
Total entertainment
‘Till these old walls come falling down
Pills, thrills
Is all we want
Rich, kids
Louis Vuitton
Cheap, thrills
Is all we got
Supreme-print, Louis Vuitton
This, bitch, still
Thinking that he made it
Rich, kids, still
Thinking that they’re famous
Tell me that you want it
(Yeah), we want it
(Yeah), we want it
Total entertainment
‘Till these old walls come falling down