I looked outside at the man stood by the door of a black 4x4
His arms were crossed his shadow passed across my porch
I said to him “You must be mistaken, this is not my car”
And he pulled out a pistol and grabbed me by the arm
He leaned in real close and briefly hesitating he said
“I'd advise you don't keep Miss Jenner waiting”
He threw me in the car and drove west out into the hillside
I pulled hard on the doors but I was already locked inside


Kendall Jenner's waiting
Kendall Jenner's waiting

We pulled up to the Four Seasons on Sunset
Beverly Hills, they
Dragged me across the white tiles, put me into room 323
I rode eighteen floors to the penthouse suite
A young blonde girl handed me my room key
I went inside
Sure enough Kendall Jenner was lying out on the bed
In a Four Seasons bath robe with dark circles under her eyes
And a Four Seasons hand towel wrapped around her head
I shut the door
I took a seat next to Kendall, next to the bed, on the floor
She slowly uncrossed her legs and lifted up her head
Lit a cigarette, looks at me and said
“Baby, I'm all strung out on Netflix and 5HTP
My whole adolescence has been broadcast on TV
I can't feel a thing when anybody touches me
And I'm lighter than air
When I take off all this jewellery”
She got up from the bed
Took a seat on the couch
Went to the bedside table
Pulled out a letter knife
I jumped up but she just lifted it up to the sky
Stabbed herself in the face
Right between the eyes
Kendall Jenner is bleeding all over this couch
It's gonna take a lot of bleach
To get all these stains out
Kendall Jenner is bleeding all over this couch
It's gonna take a lot of bleach
To get all these stains out