The keyboard my home base, don't need no homies
Don't know me i'm broken down can you show me/
Like the smoking now blow me slowly/
I know you fucking hate to know me
Hate the way we used to go see/
The only fucking potion to feeling fine is fucking
To think with out you i'm nothing/
Its a cold world, i'm shivering
Burning like Virginia slims/
I'm kicking in the doors to christenings on Christmas/
Nobody listening, so fuck the hoe right i'm listening
The whole ride home i'm fucking listening/
Id like to see u with out the riches
Sin all in my visioning/
I'm wishing on a burnt out star
You kinda just like how we are/
I wish that ain't the truest thought
Wrote it down I fucking cough
The pill doctor cut me off/
We falling down we get back up and brush it off/
I kinda wish my fucking faults would back it up
These people talking all that talk
I kinda wanna stop it all/
Like walking off a fucking wall
These drugs don't numb it all/
So wash out the wounds with alcohol
I heard its how we blasting off/
The head come with some Tylenol to wrap it up
I think i'll never have enough/