He pours the wine into his coffee cup His gin has dropped It's time to pick it up Too fed, he rose out of his bus and left Tearin slow he's barkin something cra** Each night a thousand stairs go up both ways So incur the bee get through his sleeves Elms down at the coast it's too late for Buster's ride Slide down to his headphones Sleeps till sallow mind Success, success, its smile and saccharin Glamour rust he's poor and poncho's jam Lives his live a painful and loving day In the history of a great pregnancy Scrap public library checkin' out the trough Starting to appear to gather his thoughts Scrap public library checkin' out the trough He's talkin' to himself about him