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