What's up?

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fucking cash Maybe I should take a bath, call my fucking brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fucking shit Nothing that I write can make me

Feel good Victim of the gray machine In love with everything I see Neon lights surrounding me I indulge in luxury Everything I do is wrong Except for when I hit the ball

Hit the ball, hit the ball, feel good Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my fucking meds Hyper pop up in my ears, everything just disappears Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself Just don't wanna hate myself, instead I wanna feel good I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fucking cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fucking brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fucking shit Nothing that I write can make me

Feel good.

i got a sugar crush i can never get enough looking for a better rush rush pop music energy everybody's scared of me wish i was a better me me

Feel my heart racing Everything's changing

Feel fucking crazy I just wanna

Victim, victim, made myself the victim Running in a cycle cause I'm stuck off in the system Symptom, symptom, dealing with addiction I'm behind these beds and saying I'm really sick Oh-ho, I ain't coming home Don't make fun of me, oh-ho I ain't coming home

Where to now?

The race of my life just laid out The race of my life to bike around The race of my life to make sand

I'm on a sugar crush, I don't really understand Pressure keeps on building, now the blood is running down my hands Give me a minute, I need to process all of this I just wanna feel good, even for a little bit

This is good.

I'm like a little kid in a sweet shop Pretty packages, I can never make it stop It's like a nightmare, I can never live it down Cause all I really know how to do is make sound