[Verse 1]
When my cold hands ring upon your warm neck
Like I don't know yet
I don't wanna be sentimental, but all my mental health
Is slowly diminishing with the effects of all my fentanyl
Hold me like I'm the medicine for bad dreams
At 14 I got stunned emotionally by

[Verse 2]
Pretty rich women in the backseat
Telling me that I should start investing well
Maybe if I had enough money for groceries
I would start investing in

[Chorus]
Pretty women and nice clothes
Or maybe a better radio
Prеtty rich women in nice clothes
No, rеally I just need some new clothes

[Verse 3]
I could probably use some nice clothes
And a couple mixed drinks for my woes
And I get a little too sentimental
As I pour another glass on my own
[Verse 4]
It's a pretty sick living in this house
Thoughts fill my head I can't hear a sound
I can't fucking stand the thought of my hometown
So I just sit in my room and write songs about

[Chorus]
Pretty women and nice clothes
Or maybe a better radio
Pretty rich women in nice clothes
No, really I just need some new clothes