MMT

Cracking out a brand new potion Livin' life lovin' cliche themes I've got a sickly kind of notion That I'm not the only fiend I can't plan much execution When I'm striving for my beans I've got a quick high, five in a talent dive It's time to face a crime or three, oh no Do the mass math trend And I'm chocking on reality It's gone south again Gotta see it in my coffee Gotta see it in my clothes See it in your lost feet I got a scent right up my nose I can't plan my revolution With the ceiling at my toes I got a quick 'slight right' and a hammock ride Swingin' like your weekend woes Do the mass math trend And I'm choking on reality it's gone south again Do the mass math trend And I'm choking on your batteries It's gone crass again 'Come on, come on Do a little booger sugar' Do the mass math trend And I'm smoking all your travesties it's gone out my friend