[Verse 1]
Can't take champagne to the grave[Pre-Chorus]
We all end up six feet under anyways
It doesn't matter who you were before
'Cause no one's actually keepin' score
So why is everyone pretending[Chorus
That it matters what you're spending?
What you look like, what you say
When at the end of the day
No one makes it out alive[Bridge]
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style
I don't need no glitter dreams[Chorus]
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me
Oh-oh
I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me
No one makes it out alive (Oh-oh)
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style
Now Cancel dem B*tches! Throw 'em under a bus!
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