Serotonin
Serotonin dripping off my chain
Catch it in a double cup and put it in my brain
Hank Hill I'm a pro with the pain
Shorty talking 'bout her feelings and I don't know what to say
I don't let it bother me
Smoke up on that botany for drug induced lobotomy
Every single day
I used to write poetry that shit getting old for me
I wish that you were hearing what I say
Or said
There's lead up in my head
Dead sail spinning in my mind like a weather vane
There's a hole inside my brain
Lost the plot and the train
Really didn't take a lot to feel insane
That's what I got and it caught me off guard
Just some fucking white trash like a toilet in the yard
Ooh that's a little harsh
Yeah that's a little harsh
Wait a second
The fuck
Is this a different beat
Damn I don't even remember adding this shit in man
Fuck I need to stop doing drugs
Okay well you know what it sounds hard so
I think I'm gonna go in on it too
Okay 1 2 3 let's go
Stop playing 'cause it's killing me
Fighting off a fucker sucker punch him metaphysically
Talking metaphorically I'm starving
Didn't give me breathing room I took a knife and carved it
My flow is really loopy make you carsick
Started on a boat and then I turned it to a starship
Fucking with the hardest
Getting to the loose leaf green like a harvest
Looking like a Bruce Lee scene when I charge in
Sucking up some oxygen and breathing out carbon
'cause you know my chest where a star lives
Talking esoteric in a trans-am money coming in double caked
And my wallet like a grand slam meal when you're sitting at Denny's
Stinky little pig I wouldn't give you a penny
Bitches wanna talk cross 'till I hit 'em with the wok
Yeah I clock 'em with the stir fry and now they're getting chalked
At the intersection
Like a teacher I been giving lessons
All these pussies wanna learn I never answer any questions
Lost in a maze I designed 'cause I'm reckless
I barely even know what sex is
Cross another foreign shorty off my bad bitch checklist
The last time I was in last in the past like breakfast
I go so fast Superman got breathless
And this bitch need a breath mint
Talking got me feeling like I'm sitting in a septic
Hectic shit and my head go against me
Tryna move forward but the tank on empty
Yeah the tank on empty
Catch it in a double cup and put it in my brain
Hank Hill I'm a pro with the pain
Shorty talking 'bout her feelings and I don't know what to say
I don't let it bother me
Smoke up on that botany for drug induced lobotomy
Every single day
I used to write poetry that shit getting old for me
I wish that you were hearing what I say
Or said
There's lead up in my head
Dead sail spinning in my mind like a weather vane
There's a hole inside my brain
Lost the plot and the train
Really didn't take a lot to feel insane
That's what I got and it caught me off guard
Just some fucking white trash like a toilet in the yard
Ooh that's a little harsh
Yeah that's a little harsh
Wait a second
The fuck
Is this a different beat
Damn I don't even remember adding this shit in man
Fuck I need to stop doing drugs
Okay well you know what it sounds hard so
I think I'm gonna go in on it too
Okay 1 2 3 let's go
Stop playing 'cause it's killing me
Fighting off a fucker sucker punch him metaphysically
Talking metaphorically I'm starving
Didn't give me breathing room I took a knife and carved it
My flow is really loopy make you carsick
Started on a boat and then I turned it to a starship
Fucking with the hardest
Getting to the loose leaf green like a harvest
Looking like a Bruce Lee scene when I charge in
Sucking up some oxygen and breathing out carbon
'cause you know my chest where a star lives
Talking esoteric in a trans-am money coming in double caked
And my wallet like a grand slam meal when you're sitting at Denny's
Stinky little pig I wouldn't give you a penny
Bitches wanna talk cross 'till I hit 'em with the wok
Yeah I clock 'em with the stir fry and now they're getting chalked
At the intersection
Like a teacher I been giving lessons
All these pussies wanna learn I never answer any questions
Lost in a maze I designed 'cause I'm reckless
I barely even know what sex is
Cross another foreign shorty off my bad bitch checklist
The last time I was in last in the past like breakfast
I go so fast Superman got breathless
And this bitch need a breath mint
Talking got me feeling like I'm sitting in a septic
Hectic shit and my head go against me
Tryna move forward but the tank on empty
Yeah the tank on empty
Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Smith
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