LYRIC
A set of pixels on a screen
She's got my number cos I'm me
You know it doesn't mean anything please don't scream
I found a new religion
Still keep the tags in my true religions
I called my pops up
Said I'd be someone
But he couldn't see the vision
No idea why these club kids crowned me
Man fans put their hands all around me
Just got a gas bill through
Got me counting shrapnel like Crazy Titch in the taxi [Chorus] If it can go wrong
It will go wrong
Crown me the king of all these
First world problems
And yeah I'm on one
I'm on the scene
I'm seeing everything I dreamed I'd see
So why does it feel so empty? [Verse 2] Lifestyle of the broke and the free clothes
And slowly rolling up my sleeves at awards shows
Another weeknight another email invite
Praying that the free bar don't close
I'm feeling like the whole world's on a wave and
She treat me like I might be Z list famous
I'm in her phone as Guestlist Dave
And I put her in my phone as a code name
Results in
Another row with the missus in public
I look around at the crowd like what of it
I smashed the bag off my back to the pavement
Not long enough to clock I got my laptop in it [Chorus] If it can go wrong
It will go wrong
Crown me the king of all these
First world problems
And yeah I'm on one
I'm on the scene
I'm seeing everything I dreamed I'd see
So why does it feel so empty?
If it can go wrong
It will go wrong
Crown me the king of all these
First world problems
And yeah I'm on one
I'm on the scene
I'm seeing everything I dreamed I'd see
So why does it feel so empty?
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