I feel like my head's gonna blow up late,
Lee Alphen 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 cracks stink,
grenades with a 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 get a drop down and a fraction,
I'm enraged and your ears are gonna be further,
down than my skin.

What the fuck do you think that is,
my girl is my bitch,
I want you to 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 it goes 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 it all.

Then I stomp, I'm writing the way Dave remained again,
I know I should really stop,
but I won't, and it stomp my brain,
I'm getting very good at making bad decisions,
now I'm writing lyrics out of bottom.

I can't think on six straight for the album,
try avoiding the bell,
but don't worry my pig,
do not fill the blank,
it's fuck! I'm a loser, I'm a failure,
these thoughts I said I would never.

The munchies are gonna go hard tonight,
I know I shouldn't.

Stop!,
Well I'm getting tired now,
because my bitch ass won't even 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!,
I'll make you sleep if you want it or not!,
Why give a shit,
I ain't free, I ain't free!,
Fuck you!,
Fuck you!