THE SHIT

It's two AM and we ain't talked at all
Too busy getting into it
What was your name? Drawing a blank
'Cause after all I just wanted something
Addicted to the rush yeah
I could throw a pebble down the street
Hit twenty-three versions of you
Don't you worry I won't wait for you to call
I just do my own thing, addicted to my own bling

I, I fuck with myself, nobody else
I'm not waiting up for you

Bright as a mirror ball
Bursting to light your shadow
I love myself most of all
Tell me, what's so wrong with that?
Drink up the alcohol
Toast to the life of pleasure
It's not egotistical
When you know that you are the shit

Shit

When you know that you are the shit

Used to feel a little overwhelmed
When I was always oh so low
Traded heartache for a glass of confidence
Guess I'm just a baller
I want it to last longer
Now the trouble isn't losing sleep
It's just the sleep is losing me
Beat my nights into a hazy memory
Buzzing like a doorbell
I just feel my own self

I, I fuck with myself, nobody else
I'm not waiting up for you

Bright as a mirror ball
Bursting to light your shadow
I love myself most of all
Tell me, what's so wrong with that?
Drink up the alcohol
Toast to the life of pleasure
It's not egotistical
When you know that you are the shit

Shit

When you know that you are the shit

I'm not waiting up for you
I'm not waiting up for you
It's not egotistical
When you know that you are the shit



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Harris, Keeley Bumford
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