I'm on a sugar crash
I ain't got no fu*kin cash
Maybe I should take a bath
Cut my fu*kin brain in half
I'm not lonely just a bit
Tired of this fu*king sh*t
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*tty in my bed
Didn't take my fu*kin meds
Hyperpop 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 fu*kin cash
Maybe I should take a bath
Cut my fu*kin brain in half
I'm not lonely just a bit
Tired of this fu*king sh*t
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 fu*k around
Got the rest of my life to make sound
Where to now?
Got the rest of my life just spread out
Got the rest of my life to fu*k around
Got the rest of my life to make sound
Feel good