♫ Verse 1: G F Designer suits, Gucci gloves, Chelsea boots C All my demons are cocaine-fueled electric cool G F Sugar tooth, caramel, silky smooth C Diving into Clase Azul swimming pools G F Sex so good make the neighbors smoke a cigarette C But I'm still bored to death ♫ Chorus: G F C Think I’m getting too good, too good at raising hell
But I'm wearing it well G F C I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell Oh, I’m ringing the bell ♫ Verse 2: G I run a hotel without any beds F Run a catwalk without any threads C Driving myself right into the storm Burning my cash to keep myself warm G Staying at the party when everyone's lеft F What a good life, I'm living my best C I'm still bored to dеath ♫ Chorus: G F C Think I’m getting too good, too good at raising hell But I'm wearing it well G F C I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell Oh, I’m ringing the bell G F It’s a little too easy, getting harder to please me C I know you’re starving to feed me, you know that you need me G F C I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell ♫ Chorus: G F C Think I’m getting too good, too good at raising hell But I'm wearing it well G F C I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell Oh, I’m ringing the bell G F It’s a little too easy, getting harder to please me C I know you’re starving to feed me, you know that you need me G F C I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell ♫ Outro: G F C
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