This is not a glorification, this is a sad song
Ahem


Gotta get my ecstatsy, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my pills in me, gotta get my ketamine
Gotta get my ecstatsy, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my, gotta get my, gotta get my dopamine


Dying dreams, wrapped in pills, self-awareness, empty thrills
Pretty face and perfect body, porn addiction and disembodied
Simple mind is just enough, just enough to get through life
Sex, drugs, EDM, angel dust, more than gram


Huga chucka, huga chucka
Huga, huga, huga chucka


Gotta get my ecstatsy, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my pills in me, gotta get my ketamine
Gotta get my ecstatsy, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my, gotta get my, gotta get my dopamine



Oh, baby, don't critique (Critique)
People like me are antique (Antique)
Living like a dying breed (Breed)
Exceptions, I'll exceed
This is my therapy, I take it orally
Decreasing morally, but feeling like aurorally


Help me feel the heat, let me grind my teeth
Let me jaw dance, let me live the trance
Let me feel young, let me bite your tongue
Help me get away, help me find the way


Gotta get my ecstatsy, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my pills in me, gotta get my ketamine
Gotta get my ecstatsy, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my, gotta get my, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my ecstatsy, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my pills in me, gotta get my ketamine
Gotta get my ecstatsy, gotta get my dopamine
Gotta get my, gotta get my, gotta get my dopamine