Too Good At Raising Hell Testo

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, yeah
Too good

Ah, we are, babe