​feeling/Famous

[Verse 1: hauntingclaire]
Oh my God, like, fuck me up, I like sex and I like drugs
All these girls like me, I'm off a Xanax in the club
Walk into the party, cameras flashing in my eyes
Better wear your best dress 'cause you're gonna die tonight
Blood on my Ed Hardy's, get the rave started
I pulled down my pants, she said, "Baby, you're the hardest"
Popstar as a teen, studded belt, that's all on me
You cannot take me, you don't even know me

[Chorus: ​stress ✰ (US)]
In the club, they can't see me poppin' off thе H.R.T
I feel like a fanboy, everybody, noticе me
Yeah, I'm feeling famous, all these girls all on me
Come on, baby, give me more, feelin' like a zombie

[Verse 2: hauntingclaire]
I feel like I'm tr1st4n, I got monster skinny jeans
I'm on the track with 1stress, yeah, you know that we fucking clean
I can take your girl, just, any time I want
And I pull up in the club and I'm wearin' Saint Laurent

[Bridge: hauntingclaire & stress ✰ (US)]
And I'm ready to flaunt, bitch
I'm getting too confident, the belt just couldn't stop shit
So lower your tone before you die into the mosh pit
Got a fat ass, so just come home and pop and lock it
So, first, you were acting, really tough on the internet, and, now you're apologizing to me? I'll never understand

[Chorus: ​stress ✰ (US)]
In the club, they can't see me poppin' off the H.R.T
I feel like a fanboy, everybody, notice me
Yeah, I'm feeling famous, all these girls all on me
Come on, baby, give me more, feelin' like a zombie