Welcome to my party, are you Illuminati?
Or are you misunderstood?
I can keep a secret, hands up on my t-shirt
You're not from my neighborhood
When the sky's red like a nosebleed
Got a foreign whip, godspeed
I'll pray for you if you pray for me
Cover me in roses
Unamerican beauty, run your fingers through my hair
Tell me I'm a star, I got style, pharmaceuticals smiling and I'm living the fucking dream
Unamerican beauty, we got Jesus on the brain
I can be as I can see and money is king and I'm living the fucking dream
Unamerican beauty
Unamerican beauty
Call me by my screen, we can call it foreplay
Looking is not enough
Wave your flag above me or flaunt me up the country
Let me be your meant to be
When the sky's red like a nosebleed
I'm trying to find that new disease
I'll pray for you if you pray for me
Cover me in roses
Unamerican beauty, run your fingers through my hair
Tell me I'm a star, I got style, pharmaceuticals smiling and I'm living the fucking dream
Unamerican beauty, we got Jesus on the brain
I can be as I can see and money is king and I'm living the fucking dream
Unamerican beauty
Unamerican beauty
We got the dreamer's disease
And it's feeling as lethal
Nowhere I'd rather be
A sunnny place for shady people
Unamerican beauty (Unamerican beauty), run your fingers through my hair (My hair)
Tell me I'm a star, I got style, pharmaceuticals smiling and I'm living the fucking dream
Unamerican beauty (Unamerican beauty), we got Jesus on the brain (Right now)
I can be as I can see and money is king and I'm living the fucking dream
Unamerican beauty
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Unamerican beauty
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