Delicious soda. (fuelish.)

[Verse]
Blinds open; sitting at a desk, malingering
All of these keys that I keep fingering
Never opening locks; time tocks, the tick is Heather Brooke
Making eye contact, but I never look
Don’t look down; heart sucked of its life force
Asking fortune tellers "What the fuck do I try for!?"
All of this is pretentiously deliberate
Or it’s the reverse; I don’t care, contrivance delivered it
Dreamt I kissed a white girl with my liver lips, woke up, and wished I didn’t remember it
Playing a song from The Decemberists
No drive in my engine; gassed; wasting my pension
It’s a shame, but I do not feel it
Eating processed food faster than they can seal it
Somehow, I graduated from a dreamer to realist

There is no longer a safe place

Now I’m in a Safeway, bagging for white people who hate Drake
Listening to Marvin’s Room when I take breaks
Overturning sugar bowls, searching for a sweetness to life
Maybe find the reason I’m alive
I can’t tell anymore; I don’t know anymore
They don’t hold any doors when it comes to opportunity
I know ‘cause I’m the doormat...

Society doesn’t support that

But I support it, out of good character
We always leave "north" out when we say America
Everyone is self-centered, I’m building a "self" center
You are not invited; no membership packages
No special rooms for your drug-addled actresses
No "basics" around to say what kind of rap this is...

Just Melvin Burch eating pizza on a mattress, bitch

[Hook]
I should not care what you're doing...
Doing everything just to keep you from booing...
I wanna sit still, but I can’t stop moving...
I don’t know what I’m doing... I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that...