I'm on a sugar crash I ain't got no f**kin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath cut my f**kin' brain in half

I'm not lonely just a bit tired of this f**kin' s**t

Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Victim of the great machine in love with everythin' I see

Neon lights surroundin' me I indulge in luxury

Everythin' I do is wrong 'cept for when I hit the bong

Hit the bong hit the bong