Thunder's inside, thunder's outside

Deeply inside there blue (blue-oo-oo)

Thunder's inside, thunder's outside

What am I supposed to do? (do-oo-oo)

Bad idea comes it hardly choked

Oh please my Lord, stop that noise

I'm a paranoid, turns me cold (oh)

I wanted to talk about Christian Dior

But you tryna make me so fucking serious

Now I wanna get outta this atmosphere

I didn't feel nothing, why it feels so weird?

Who's the guy behind the thunderstorm?

I can hear your sound, it was not my choice

Every single night I always talk with ghost

I keep write down like Girl Interrupted

Can't stop this thunder

You make me feel, surrender

I can't feel freedom

Am I blaming you? I guess it's fun

Turn off that light for me

Leave me to feel grief

I'm sick of being chosen one

But I can't stop this thunder

Turn off that light for me

Leave me to feel grief

I'm sick of being chosen one

But I can't stop this thunder

Thunder's inside, thunder's outside

Deeply inside there blue (blue-oo-oo)

Thunder's inside, thunder's outside

What am I supposed to do? (do-oo-oo)

Forgot what was my motivation

I don't deserve to go inside your church

God, you are so awful, look at that Sean

(He is good everything, alright)

Don't wanna talk about way too serious

But lightning on my head makes me furious

Already felt this no choice, need to carry on

Don't think this like other kids who pretending lonely

Like other sad song, fuck those bitches

Who act like fake tough

I'm the realest, this elevator

Here's empty, heading to thunder

Can't stop this thunder

You make me feel, surrender

I can't feel freedom

Am I blaming you? I guess it's fun

Turn off that light for me

Leave me to feel grief

I'm sick of being chosen one

But I can't stop this thunder

Turn off that light for me

Leave me to feel grief

I'm sick of being chosen one

But I can't stop this thunder

I'm so confused about blessing what you gave me

I can't tell it's a benefit, It's too fucking strict (uh)

I'm not sure about this testing my weakness

Shining like a Versace, you make me god damn creep (uh)

My chalice filled with grief, they can't see what's in this

They think it filled with greed

they make me fucking freaking

I don't know maybe they right

Shit, I can't deny (oh)