The Struts Too Good At Raising Hell

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[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