Blinkers left on
You saw this coming
I move around this world like a rat
Prepare for combat then go scream in a corner for seventy hours
I pray here I may find a power hidden
Feel in my chest, rise like levin
I'm developing a taste for cat, no
Moving images or seventy sevens
Just unwanted f*cking monkeys f*cking trapped inside heaven
I've Crashed my car on Cbd
Lead me out on the freeway
In front of panhandlers who've set up t.v.'s, Now I'm
Nicotine tinted like I'm a crayon
Eight thousand calories a day won't keep the f*cking weight on
Chia seeds in my I.V.
All loose jeans
No belt will help my pants to stay on, please
And if life's a traffic jam how does one crash their way out?
I've developed several special skills that don't ever pay out
And in all the seven seas I haven't found a fish to eat
But still won't get on E.B.T cuz I don't trust anything's free
F*ck
Blinkers left on
You saw this comin