Stink Eye [My Joy Is Irrational]

Hey, what’s your blood type? We can do this all night I’ve got nowhere to be. I’m high as a kite Quit it with the stink eye I’ve got a permit kink - the cost of living in my own head. My joy is irrational My smile is glued on Will the hashtag thoughts and prayers miss me when I’m gone? Race to headspace I’ve got to aim to misplace - the cost of living in my own head. Go raise the rates On what can not be repaid - the cost of living in my own head. You with the fistfight See you at the first light I can’t wait to pop this freak Tweet me your advice I will kill for the hype Like what you unlike me - the cost of living in my own head.