Sleep in, call out, we go to cla** but not to pa**,
wake up to make up lines that etch their words to every seam,
you see the thing your missing is, I'm so strung out,
I'm so god damn addicted, that I panic to get these words out
Swing the mic around, you'll feel me in the crowd
Oh my god let's make a point to tear this place down
You can't help, we can't help, we can't help,
but get caught up in this madhouse
I've stayed up half a year to compose every breathe and every line,
I'm just k**ing time to tell a story of sleeping rare nights,
moonlit street fights, locked in my bedroom with prescriptions
to musicians that no doctor recommends
I'll die before I try to live a life
that's the slightest bit different