Too Good At Raising Hell letra

The Struts


  • Visitas 19
  • Ahora 1
  • Lanzamiento

Too Good At Raising Hell lyrics

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

letra de Too Good At Raising Hell

Too Good At Raising Hell songtekst

Too Good At Raising Hell testo

Too Good At Raising Hell paroles

The Struts - Too Good At Raising Hell
Video de Too Good At Raising Hell

Información

Too Good At Raising Hell es una canción interpretada por The Struts