Uh, hold up, you know I'm drinking soda
Roll up to the grocery store to get me some more of
Them sweetened cans of sugar rush, piece of heaven? Good enough
Artificial farcical fountain I've found, I'm looking up
Pop tabs, get my guzzle on
I'll pop tabs, get my guzzle on
I'll guzzle down sweets long as I ain't got my muzzle on
And I ain't gotta justify it muthaf*cka, nothing's wrong
I've got this habit of grabbing a can of battery acid to sip
Cracking the tab and having a passionate smack of the lips
Savage, and irrational, rash, in casual actions and ticks
Sad and I'm sick, I'm manic, an addict, in fashion, I think
My vice a beverage, and I need advice on my life a lot
It's quite pathetic, I feed on feelings and I like the pop
I'm peeing neon and seeing demons inside my walls
Creative freedom is staining reason, I might be wrong
But when I'm right, it excites me, it's sorta nice
I'm pouring right into the glass see, ignore the ice
I'm not a madman or fanatic, not abnormal, "aight"
I'm just enamored with an attachment to my soda vice
So if you ask me, yeah I need it caffeinated
I need a glass please, add a splash and Matt's elated
I had to say it, had to make an attempt to grab a taste
Sipping on a soft drink is similar to masturbating
One bottle of pop, two bottle of pop, three bottle of pop, four
Five bottle of pop, six bottle of pop, seven bottle of pop, more
Eight bottle of pop, nine bottle of pop, ten bottle of pop, score
I got two more in the fridge pack, and I can tell I'm sick, crack
Cuz I just want a sip that and hell I want more
See Matisse'll never beat the diabetes, believe it
I mean it when I'm screaming that I need it, I breathe it
The cavities that seen my teeth been treated, all deleted
Greed, a soda on the side while Tisse is eating, I'm feeding
My addiction, with every sip of elixir
I'm easing my afflictions, I'm settled sleeping and sick, sir
Get the picture? Liquid, carbonated, and mixed syrup
I'm bout that bliss, bring that ignorance in that mixture, fizzing
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Uh, hold up, you know I'm drinking soda
Roll up to the grocery store to get me some more of
Them sweetened cans of sugar rush, piece of heaven? Good enough
Artificial farcical fountain I've found, I'm looking up
Pop tabs, get my guzzle on
I'll pop tabs, get my guzzle on
I'll guzzle down sweets long as I ain't got my muzzle on
And I ain't gotta justify it muthaf*cka, nothing's wrong
I've got this habit of grabbing a can of battery acid to sip
Cracking the tab and having a passionate smack of the lips
Savage, and irrational, rash, in casual actions and ticks
Sad and I'm sick, I'm manic, an addict, in fashion, I think
My vice a beverage, and I need advice on my life a lot
It's quite pathetic, I feed on feelings and I like the pop
I'm peeing neon and seeing demons inside my walls
Creative freedom is staining reason, I might be wrong
But when I'm right, it excites me, it's sorta nice
I'm pouring right into the glass see, ignore the ice
I'm not a madman or fanatic, not abnormal, "aight"
I'm just enamored with an attachment to my soda vice
So if you ask me, yeah I need it caffeinated
I need a glass please, add a splash and Matt's elated
I had to say it, had to make an attempt to grab a taste
Sipping on a soft drink is similar to masturbating
One bottle of pop, two bottle of pop, three bottle of pop, four
Five bottle of pop, six bottle of pop, seven bottle of pop, more
Eight bottle of pop, nine bottle of pop, ten bottle of pop, score
I got two more in the fridge pack, and I can tell I'm sick, crack
Cuz I just want a sip that and hell I want more
See Matisse'll never beat the diabetes, believe it
I mean it when I'm screaming that I need it, I breathe it
The cavities that seen my teeth been treated, all deleted
Greed, a soda on the side while Tisse is eating, I'm feeding
My addiction, with every sip of elixir
I'm easing my afflictions, I'm settled sleeping and sick, sir
Get the picture? Liquid, carbonated, and mixed syrup
I'm bout that bliss, bring that ignorance in that mixture, fizzing
Roll up to the grocery store to get me some more of
Them sweetened cans of sugar rush, piece of heaven? Good enough
Artificial farcical fountain I've found, I'm looking up
Pop tabs, get my guzzle on
I'll pop tabs, get my guzzle on
I'll guzzle down sweets long as I ain't got my muzzle on
And I ain't gotta justify it muthaf*cka, nothing's wrong
I've got this habit of grabbing a can of battery acid to sip
Cracking the tab and having a passionate smack of the lips
Savage, and irrational, rash, in casual actions and ticks
Sad and I'm sick, I'm manic, an addict, in fashion, I think
My vice a beverage, and I need advice on my life a lot
It's quite pathetic, I feed on feelings and I like the pop
I'm peeing neon and seeing demons inside my walls
Creative freedom is staining reason, I might be wrong
But when I'm right, it excites me, it's sorta nice
I'm pouring right into the glass see, ignore the ice
I'm not a madman or fanatic, not abnormal, "aight"
I'm just enamored with an attachment to my soda vice
So if you ask me, yeah I need it caffeinated
I need a glass please, add a splash and Matt's elated
I had to say it, had to make an attempt to grab a taste
Sipping on a soft drink is similar to masturbating
One bottle of pop, two bottle of pop, three bottle of pop, four
Five bottle of pop, six bottle of pop, seven bottle of pop, more
Eight bottle of pop, nine bottle of pop, ten bottle of pop, score
I got two more in the fridge pack, and I can tell I'm sick, crack
Cuz I just want a sip that and hell I want more
See Matisse'll never beat the diabetes, believe it
I mean it when I'm screaming that I need it, I breathe it
The cavities that seen my teeth been treated, all deleted
Greed, a soda on the side while Tisse is eating, I'm feeding
My addiction, with every sip of elixir
I'm easing my afflictions, I'm settled sleeping and sick, sir
Get the picture? Liquid, carbonated, and mixed syrup
I'm bout that bliss, bring that ignorance in that mixture, fizzing
Writer: Sauce Is Matisse
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