Текст песни
Black hoodie, chipped glass
Pill dust on the backstage pass
Eyes like a camera, scan every face
Count exits first, then I finish my drink
Whole life packed in a plastic wrap
Court dates folded in a leather strap
If I text that name, then a door goes dark
If I nod my head, then a phone goes dead
I make crime look cute in the club light
Dead soul dancing in a black strobe night
Laugh at the law with a blue wristband
Broke heart, rich rage, blood on my hands
I make crime look cute in the club light
Sad girl sinner in a highlight
Pray for me, I just pray for a plug
Dark thoughts, deep cuts, kiss me in the drugs
Cash in the coat, but the rent still late
Judge know my name like the bouncers at the gate
Therapist say I should cut my ties
I just cut his line, let the message pile
Mom still hope that I clean my slate
I clean my nose on a stranger’s plate
If the lights cut out, I don’t feel fear
I feel free then, I belong here
I make crime look cute in the club light
Dead soul dancing in a black strobe night
Laugh at the law with a blue wristband
Broke heart, rich rage, blood on my hands
I make crime look cute in the club light
Sad girl sinner in a highlight
Pray for me, I just pray for a plug
Dark thoughts, deep cuts, kiss me in the drugs
