I feel like my head's gonna blow up late,
Lee I've been trying to write down rhymes,
that I think that I find,
but I can't find the time so I'm stuck in a fucking loop line.

I can't think, my voice crack synchronized with the beat,
but I'm sure this is shit,
so I clear it up and repeat the process.

I try avoiding and mess with the words I test, I'm dizzy,
writing a song, nobody will listen but I still got a drop down and a fraction,
I'm enraged and your ears are gonna be firm,
that's part of my script.

What the fuck did I do?,
My good, my bitch, I won't do it,
let me close my eyes,
I'm getting kind of dizzy now, fuck.

Why give a shit?,
I ain't free, I ain't free.

Now we got back to reverse,
every time I spit my lyrics it gets worse and worse,
I'm writing, I should be dreaming,
but there's nothing I can do to make all that I thought,
they're running me away,
they remain again, I know I should really stop,
but I won't, and it's stoned my brain,
I'm getting very good at making bad decisions,
now I'm writing lyrics out of boredom,
now I listen so far to first album,
I try avoiding the fail but the words I pick do not fill the blank,
it's fuck, I'm a loser, I'm a failure,
like Fred said, make it fun abuser,
the munchies are good,
I'm gonna go hard tonight,
I know I shouldn't.

Stop,
well I'm getting tired now, good bye bitches,
won't do it, let me close my eyes,
I'm getting kind of dizzy now, fuck.

Why give a shit?,
I ain't free, I ain't free.

Stop!,
Fred!,
Wow!,
Fred!,
I'll make you sleep if you want it or not.

I'll make you sleep if you want it or not.

I can't sleep,
I hate sleep,
I hate sleep!,
Fuck you!