Lyricist : mehro

I'm in a wrestling match

With myself again

Wonder who's gonna win

Sumo on the one side

Pluto on the drumline

Maybe they'll be friends

Who knows what they say?

Who knows when the feelings change?

Mirandas on the porch swing

Kyles gotta diamond ring

Made out of mouse hair

The older kids doing drugs

Getting out and getting ****ed

Wonder how it really feels

Who knows what they say?

Who knows when the feelings change?

I'm running low on dopamine

I'm diving on the slope

Flying at blazing speeds

Passing all the maple trees

Glass in the honey bees frozen in time

Why don't you shut 'em out of bed?

Why do you scream and shout?

Who didn't love you when

You're needed the most now?

You're torturing my grub

Portion generations

Below and after

All those who've heard our gun

I'm running low on dopamine

I'm starting to close

Lower them gradually

Women glowing

When did all these filler streets get so flat?

I'm running low on dopamine

I'm last made of stone

Is this house supposed to be?

Is this house gonna be?

Is this home gonna be until the end?