White lies radar spies accumulating
I struggle to keep it on the down low
Present past disaster in the making
Like waking on the top of Kilimanjaro
She's a pressure cooker, she's gonna blow
It's nothing that I can't handle, though
Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo
Red lights, headlines, fueling my affliction
Well, I can stop anytime I want
Vice the spice of life, a gilded prison
Enveloped in my eternal haunt
Millions came before me, I'm not the only one
The spirits that implore me, got to get in on the fun
Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo
Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo
Scream into the pillow
My new peccadillo
Peccadillo
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