The Only Thing That Keeps Me Sane Is You

I need constant stimulation, can't get any satisfaction The only thing that keeps me sane is you, my love There's a lot of action in my head, can't read poetry in my bed anymore I just like being idle, my love I need Jesus, talk me about Jesus As a matter of fact, I might grab him from the weed jar Getting high in the cabin It's summer time and I'm going real far I need Jesus, talk me about Jesus As a matter of fact, I might grab him from the weed jar Getting high in the cabin It's summer time and I'm going real far You ask me about background I was just looking for words to that dope sound But still, all my words are true I sing about you, too Because I cry before work and I'm losing my mind I'm taking the first five bitches that I find And I'll make them my best friends 'Cause I need a best friend 'Cause I feel so alone And I dislike everyone in my phone