Hot Cheetos

It's chinese take out Aye Youmans what's for lunch? I'm focused on the nonsense And all my pointless problems Man I'm just awesome Way too much talking Think we got a problem Think we got to tell them That I'm not really who I say I am That I'm not really in the steady place I'm in That I'm on the leaderboard for sin And I'm about to win I'm about to win Aye I'm running back again I can feel the anger take control again Made myself this bed That I got to sleep in Fists have weakened Punching holes in this pavement Waiting For this weight to be lifted I can feel myself sinking Every single time That I'm placing Nicotine In this blood stream To keep myself from tweaking Man I'm kind of tweaking I'm focused on the nonsense And all my pointless problems Man I'm just awesome Way too much talking Think we got a problem Think we got to tell them That I'm not really who I say I am That I'm not really in the steady place I'm in That I'm on the leaderboard for sin And I'm about to win I'm about to win Woah Got me Tick ticked off Goin big big dogs Catch the big fish raw Need them thick thick jaws Not a limp dick song Pop like what went wrong Shit the money too long I been loving two gods I been rubbing too off I could do what I want But they wouldn't like that Shit they never bite back anyway Catch a light tap Bitch where's the mic at Ugh Breathe is shaky from adrenaline Don't need medicine It's not leaving my head Still having trouble with this feeling And my serotonins leaving I'm losing all feeling This fence is keeping from Letting the dogs out Kept me in the dog house Now I'm barking too loud They're telling me to slow down Before you burn out But these ninety hour weeks Are making me too proud And I swear I'm gonna move out Get praised like a cash cow Bumping on some new sounds The ones that'll make a crowd go Oh wow But I know I got to back down Nothings gonna make me go back to that town I don't wanna see you around But I can promise you when I'm Screaming this out loud Now I'm in it Now I'm in it Now I'm in it Now I'm in it Now I'm in it Now I'm in it Now I'm in it Ugh Now I'm in it One mistake This bitch a single dinner plate Like I been running from the brain But my fix not missing payments Dick a couple inches in vein So I'm sticking to my patrons Fuckin inwardly hated With the shits integrated You the pigs when I'm bacon Yea I'm Always Killing the papers Missing the players Pretending to save Feeling the fakers I'm just a Maker upper Takin candy from the gutter Handys from a lover Cause she always on my right side And god I know it's my time But let me get a couple more lines out Before the cast iron Or a time out Think I need to lie down Think you need to pipe now Couple lessons Then it's lights out (Flick)