[Verse]
You ask how I'm doing
I'm peachy, I'm fine
Maybe a little preachy from time to time
Finding the reasons that keep me from grinding and climbing
Maybe I'm fine with subsisting, subsiding
Resisting temptation reliably is kinda hard when at large
It's just fucking unlikely
And there's tons who are like me

God knows how many would die for this shit
Probably lost sleep at night for a bit
A bite of the slice that don't fit all quite right
But I'm white so I (quipped/quit but) all my life seemed as if
It was
My prophecy
Maybe this shit finally got to me
Girl I'm a sight
Eyes open wide
I'm hoping I don't go broke from the loads of the

Shit that I left unpackеd
Won't see a therapist before I crack
Naturally cocky
Said that this shit finally got to mе
Nah, actually I'm fine, I'm peachy
I said it in the first couple lines, believe me
It's going real smoothly
The will to impress those who knew me
Dutifully stressed by the rest
It's an upkeep, truly
The higher you climb its the more that the fall will be pitifully gruesome
Could we get blitz bloody imprints
Or chocolate fines
And clockwork prisms camping like their time
My will to work or my life decisions
Hours go by
Probably overthinking
Now I'm over-tired
Part of me thinking it's the way that I'm wired
I was never one for drinking but I caught my vices and I paid the prices on time

[Chorus]
And I'll be gone before you notice

Before you knooooow (you know, you know)

Before you...

[Verse]
You got a knack for rebounds
And she's not a seesaw
I'm back on the ground
High in the air
Wearily weightless
Why are we- Fuck
Finally made it and I'm going nuts
I'm peachy
And I'm here
The bottom was always this close
Yet I am supposed to adhere to the grandiose image painted by my peers
Fuck

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[Bridge]
Well I was never one for atonement
Jonesy blows notes he's the culprit blues and he's used to spitting fire from the pulpit
Appalling per capita and I'm calling all bullshit
You're the laughing stock from here to the shit that's in fucking deep space orbit (HAHA!)
The course is par for the performer
When the outlets are morbid
Daddy issues misuse the medicine cabinet
Heard that excuse
Worthy of tragic herbs to
Passing practically
Practicing acts of comedy
Honestly
You scream insanity!

Put the dog down, well it's rabid
(Heh) Begging for my attention
Needless to say I'm retchin'
Love to keep you all guessing
So fresh you can suck my nuts
It's a blessing sent from the lord above
Maybe he's testing y'all
Ranch dressing against a seasoned professional (Hah!)
Extra creamy and seedy
Please in your grief
Pastures and overalls
Passing some passing transparent
And limp noodles back-at-cha
Fools running this iridescence
Maybe he's won the attention of Paris Hilton's and curfew calls