I'm on a sugar crash
I ain't got no fuin' cash
Maybe I should take a bath
Cut my fin' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit
Tired of this fing it
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 ong
Hit the bng
Hit the b-b-b-b-b
Feel good
Feeling itty in my bed
Didn't take my fuin' mds
Herpop up in my ears
Everything just disappears
Don't wanna be someone else
Just don't wanna hte myself
I just don't wanna hte myself
Instead I wanna feel good
I'm on a sugar crash
I ain't got no fkin' cash
Maybe I should take a bath
Cut my fuin' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit
Tired of this fing sit
