(Oh!)
(Yeah)

Mind's too deep, can't think right
Brain is an addict, better turn on the light
Thus rats and coat racks and money, women
Fast-track people go around like it's funny (woo!)

Are you really [?] on my wall to the ceiling
People tread the water to anticipate the feeling
All that antidote could clean
Intelligence to mean
The things that we hold dear through the smokescreen
We got one eye open and one eye closed
Just a, [?]

Its the life that I chose
Not a large profit like I'm sellin' pesos
Stay on your toes
[?] 'round here like to strip them clothes
They gotta be somethin', there's gotta be a reason
They bitin' through the wire like a new baby teethin'
Seethin' with a heathen-type phase
They got mad at it 'cuz it couldn't turn the page
With the illustrations, have a little patience
My one young son with the Asian
Eyes
Look at you, standing there, shakin'
With a couple lines with the mess that you're making
Never had a problem with my coach-class seat
[?]s try to [?] to me and [?]s gettin beat
I have a problem with the socially elite
Catch 'em on the [?] pad, cruisin' in the Jeep
With their rich-ass parents
The only thing they worried about is trust fund balance

I guess the time is comin', the sun's gettin' nearer
Eternity bands hope but can't find a ring bearer
So the wedding's called off
Drunk Uncle Delassee fucking hauled off
On the waiter who is probably a skater on the weekend
Tight grind and [?] before speakin'
Minimum wage keeps a teenager high
And tummy filled
With food, not a baby

Cuz the morning after [?] would be very inappropriate
Most girls 'round here use it as an opiate
To go and get higher on the feeling of desire
That Mommy didn't indicate, Daddy just admired
From afar
Cuz he's fucking his mistress
Anything's gotta feel better than this is
I'mma write out a wishlist
The ones white hugs and the other Hershey Kisses
That's pretty damn suspicious
One free sample that ends up delicious
Like Rapp Snitch Knishes
They let you do the taste, but you gotta do the dishes
I once knew a kid that said he slept with his sister
Hung himself in his front yard for all semester
Kinda sounds like a play written by Pinter
Absurd, is the word just to get her
Riled up, wound up, last time
Supposed to be touching, wake up, I can't find
My keys
A woman has her needs
A man has jokes
The girl has long sleeves
Was too smart to smoke, but she does and it's sexy
Standing outside of the bar, connecting
Born in Illinois, got a few brothers
Walk her back to her house, slide on the covers
Touch on each other
I can hear her sex cries
Girls hold all of their pain inside of their eyes
So you gotta make sure
When you're making love
That's you're not [?]

I really like this girl
Laying down beside her, I could fight the whole world
But she's so damn quiet
Ask her what she's thinking and things go silent