No sugar in my coffee
Shook, i’m hooked on caffeine
Kamikaze qualms
Count black sheep to sleep
For these strapped dreams
Jesus hold the wheel
I’ll hold a shotgun in the backseat
If the trigger jams
That’s a sign ill never be happy
Son of sam is so fickle
Don’t think ill ever understand
The standards they stamp on my temple
Listen, i’ve still got a chance

Should have had a back up plan
This basket filled with eggs, now scrambled
To the brim, unhinged
I gambled, rap to stand a chance or cancel
All the little bitter facts they chant
Dismantlе scams & strands of romance
If we hold hands, we could slow dancе
But only in my cool fantasies
Thoughts & dreams just often seem
Like thoughts too deep in fiction
Thick as cream
But the picture elicits a figment of freedom much richer
Reality differs
I’m casually bitter
No cash is delivered
It actually triggers
New thoughts to consider
Like burning some bridges
And drowning in rivers
I’m down to fulfill my new prophecy
Key to success is more profit bitch, obviously
I have been sick since an infant
Im probably meant to just sit in this
Been in this, mess
I feel limited, yes
It’s that infinite dread
A repetitive wreck
Never registered that i was pressured to pledge
Now my feet on the ledge
Kept a razor, don’t tempt me
Redefining straight edge
At the signs, i’m misled
Bitch, i vent
On the fence between wanting what’s real and pretend
Pick up the pen, then ascend
Sick of you all, i can’t vent
Bitter when sick, it could tickle revenge

I live like shit
When times consist of righteousness
I drift and stride to get
A semblance of some brighter wits
Bright pills, i fill my mind
With things to heighten bliss
I’d kill the light
If the high required a sight that’s dim


Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go now
Yuh