I’m on a sugar crash I ain’t got no f cash
Maybe I should take a bath cut my f brain in half
I’m not lonely just a bit tired of this f sh
Nothing that I write can make me
Feel good
Victim of the great machine in love with everything I see
Neon lights surrounding me I indulge in luxury
Everything I do is wrong ‘cept for when I hit the bong
(Hit the bong, hit the b-b-b-b-b)
Feel good
Feeling sh in my bed didn’t take my f meds
Hype pop up in my ears everything just disappears
Don’t wanna be someone else just don’t wanna hate myself
I just don’t wanna hate myself instead I wanna
Feel good
I’m on a sugar crash I ain’t got no f cash
Maybe I should take a bath cut my f brain in half
I’m not lonely just a bit tired of this f sh
Nothing that I write can make me
Feel good
Where to now?
Got the rest of my life just spread out
Got the rest of my life to f around
Got the rest of my life to make sound
