I'm in a wrestling match with myself again, I knew it was gonna win

Some are the ones that put on the drumline, maybe they'll be friends Who knows what they say?

Who knows what their feelings change?

When it's on the floor, showing cars, got a diamond ring, maybe you're the mouse here

The older kids doing drugs, you're now getting fucked, wonder how it really feels Who knows what they'll say, who knows when the feelings change

I'm running low on dopamine Diving on the slow Flying at blazing speeds Past another maple trees Glassing the honeybees Frozen in time

What are you so mad about?

Why do you scream and shout?

Who didn't love you well?

You need it the most now, you're a torture mug, girl, poison generation It's me alone, and after all those who've heard of

gone I'm running low

All in dopamine, I'm starting to coast Lower down gradually, where am I going?

When did all these hilly streets get so flat?

I'm running low on dopamine Life's made of stone Is this how it's supposed to be?

Is this how it's gonna be?

Is this how I'm gonna be until the end?