My heads filled with all of these people
None of them are me
And all of them are mean
To me
All they like to talk about is poops and farts during all of the important moments of my life
Nothing is familiar
The whole world's a different universe every day
Why are all of your songs about farts and poops and gross stuff
It's cause what I think about
This is how I feel this is how I feel
All the time
It f*cking sucks
I don't think it's funny either
But this is how I feel this is how I feel this is how I feel
It's part of how I feel
And the rest I can't express
Cause they'll put me in a mental hospital under duress
And I say no way
Yes I might be cray cray
But I'm still finna get rich and ball out
And I'm finna go to space
50 million dollars is how much it costs to go to space
And I'll turn to the earth
And give it a big middle finger
And say f*ck you
I didn't have to die
I still left
And all the voices still chattering in my head
And they're talking about farts
And I'm looking up from space
And I finally made it there
Finally made it there
The voices are here too
And it turns out there was nothing I could ever do
And maybe I will crack that window
And explode my dome
And freeze and burn when I'm in space
But what can you do
I'm still laughing in the face
Of earth
From my space craft
I got a bunch of bread and I left
And I left
And that's the whole point