Eeeek!

I sip shit till I get sick and
Feed acid to the children
Gold teeth grillin', I’m feelin'
Fine (Fine, fine)
Smoke shit till I lose focus
So hopeless, hope they don’t notice
Psychosis is my prognosis, huh (Huh, huh)
Better drop your whole life
If you wanna know why
Why I’m never outside
What it really feels like
What it really feels like
Better make a life plan
Or you’ll be a sad man
Living in the trash can
Like it was the last stand
Like it was the last stand
Better drop your whole life
If you wanna know why
Why I’m never outside
What it really feels like
What it really feels like
Better make a life plan
Or you’ll be a sad man
Living in the trash can
Like it was the last stand
Like it was the last stand
I sip shit till I get sick and (Uh)
Feed acid to the children (Uh)
Gold teeth grillin', I’m feelin' (Uh)
Fine (Fine, fine)
Smoke shit till I lose focus
So hopeless, hope they don’t notice
Psychosis is my prognosis, huh (Huh, huh)