I know you'd rather drink than buy our merch
Pay 80 bucks for a Dallas concert
But you can't come see me in Fort Worth
So I continue on with my craze, son
Thinking I'm showing the world what I'm made of
Eyes closed, my mind weighs a ton
Can't help thinking about a thousand things at once
Tunneling through darkness
To find only light at the end
Heartbeat matches conversation, in skipping what's important
RIP ART
Who killed anarchy
If trees are earth's hair, we are its lice
Sometimes I brag, sometimes I cry
Obviously, I'll rhyme that with the word "die"
Read the tabloids, what are the A listers doing?
See the news, what is the president doing?
Scroll through memes, what the hell am I doing?
I just wanna sleep