So,
I'm going to play a little bit of the song.

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 the fucking loop line.

I can't think, my voice cracks synchronize with the beat,
but I'm sure this is shit.

So I clear it up,
it would be 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 furthest out of my grip.

You're gonna be well-worn,
you're dead, dead, dead,
dead,
dead,
now goodbye,
bitch.

I won't let you let me close my eyes,
I'm getting kind of dizzy now.

Fuck.

Why give a shit,
why give a shit,
why give a shit?,
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 it all that I thought.

I'm writing the way they've been making it and I know I should really stop,
but I won't let it stop.

My brain, I'm getting very good at making bad decisions,
now I'm writing lyrics out of bottom.

I can't even six-rate my album.

Try avoiding the fail,
but the words I pick do not fill the blank, fuck.

I'm a loser,
I'm a failure.

These thoughts I said I would never.

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

I won't let you let me close my eyes,
I'm getting kind of dizzy now.

Fuck.

Why give a shit if I get free, I get free?,
Why give a shit if I get free,
I get free?,
Stop!,
Carnage, the Indigestion Duh make,
you stay if you want it enough.

I'll make you sleep if you want it or not!,
I'll make you sleep if you want it or not!,
Why is the sleep I get free?,
I ain't free!,
Fuck you!