Too Good At Raising Hell

Lyrics

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