Misty like mistress a perilous I'm crying in my britches like I'm restless but I'm in the trenches asking where the bench warmers and I'm cart wheeling knock rolling fuck I mean bitch get out my class miss
Started doing K again on my lunch
Need two break it down crush it up
Pour it in a beaker she My breaker box
Demons riding backs like I take my shots
Talking nonsense but he shop at Big lots
Off the K yeah it's hard to get sleep
Brain active make friends like Courtney Cox in the cut
Off the M yeah it sends me in keeps
Little teeth that I knock like lost socks
Watch Brittle earth like we car meet
Stock drop like nasal drip droppin the roof off
Top off like we inner seethe in the sheets
New opportunities ones not enough
Swear I fucked up in deciding to breathe
Now that I'm here you get in gutter troughs
Like what the shucks of corn that I buck
You better duck heads up when I chuck
Bloody gumdrops and inner soul weeps
Ain't got the spice and the range of my luck
The space cadet up and takes the leap
Don't even have a clue what's in what cup
Sit in solitude and just let it creep
Looks at the stars but looking at Whitney defeat
Can't discern but it's not looking neat