SEXY BITCHES TOUR

[Verse One]

Backstage hum like a fridge full of nerves

I don't correct it, I just let it occur

They call it a tour, I call it a blur

Of names I forget and rooms I disturb

Mirror in dressing room don't look like me

It looks like a version I trained it to be

I nod at my face like we're both in agreement

Then step out the door like I've already been it

Fans in the corridor chant like a tide

I don't feel pride, I just classify time

Every handshake feels pre-written lines

Every smile I give is a borrowed design

They scream "Alfie" like it means something pure

I act like I know what they're cheering for

And somewhere between ego and routine

I stop noticing where I end or I've been

 

[Chorus]

Champagne stains on a borrowed emotion

Smiles like ads for a life in slow motion

Everybody here but I'm not included

Just hosted inside what I've polluted

 

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

 

Ringing' in my head, you know?

Lights too low, you know?

Sexy Bitches Tour, that's what they call it, you know?

I'm scared deep down but can't show it, you know?

 

[Verse Two]

"SEXY BITCHES TOUR" on the laminated pass

Feels like a joke that nobody laughs at

I don't even question how it got there

I just wear it like I was always that man

Hotel ceiling lookin' like the static sky

I stare at it long enough I forget why

I came here, or what I was chasing before

Now I just move whenever the schedule calls

They tell me I'm winning, I don't feel it at all

Just louder rooms and I guess a stronger fall

Every city blends into one long ass face

That claps for me but can't say my fucking name

I sign things I don't read, wave without meaning

My life feels edited while I'm still breathing

I joke with my team like I'm in control

But I've never felt further from whole

I used to think fame meant being seen

Now it feels like being permanently between

A person I was and a role I perform

Like I was shaped for applause in a storm

"SEXY BITHCES TOUR" on the merch table stack

I laugh at that shit once, then don't take it back

It doesn't feel real, it just exists

Like a label I wear but never resist

And I can't tell if I'm proud or just stuck

Like I built a life that runs on luck

But I keep going 'cos stopping feels worse

Than living inside something rehearsed

 

[Chorus]

I don't feel real when the lights go low

Just a voice in a room that I don't control

I keep talkin' like I know where I'm goin'

But I don't even know what I'm showin'

 

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

 

Ringing' in my head, you know?

Lights too low, you know?

Sexy Bitches Tour, that's what they call it, you know?

I'm scared deep down but can't show it, you know?

 

[Verse 3]

Some nights I sit with the TV off

And hear what's left when the noise drops off

It's not silence, it's something worse

It's the feeling I built from the curse

Of always performing, always being "on"

Even when nobody's watchin' at dawn

I don't know if I'm real or a habit now

A pattern that learned how to talk somehow

Call it success

Call it delay

Like I'm further from me

Every stupid fuckin' day

And the "SEXY BITCHES TOUR" just sits in the air

Like a joke that forgot I was there

 

[Chorus]

You know?

You know?

You know?

You know?

 

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

 

Ringing' in my head, you know?

Lights too low, you know?

Sexy Bitches Tour, that's what they call it, you know?

I'm scared deep down but can't show it, you know?

 

[Verse Four]

If I drop the act, would anything stay?

Or would it all fade the same way?

I built this loud so I wouldn't feel small

Now I don't feel anything at all.

If I drop the act, would anything stay?

Would I still feel this way?

Would life go on without delays?

Now I don't feel anything at all.

 

[Chorus]

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

 

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

I don’t feel real, I just perform it

 

Ringing' in my head, you know?

Lights too low, you know?

Sexy Bitches Tour, that's what they call it, you know?

I'm scared deep down but can't show it, you know?