I Can't Get High

I'm outside, all alone
Then they offer me a ride home
They want to sell. I want to buy
I'm goin' broke, but I'm gettin' high

I sell my clothes but keep my shoes
It's all I've got that I can use
They keep me here above the ground
Plus, they help me move without a sound

I'm running fast while moving slow
There's nowhere else that I could go
I trip and hit the concrete floor
I wake up where I was before
I pray to god that it's a dream
Or, at least that's what it seems
I try to move but it's no use
Why did I buy these fucking shoes

The laces break the soles wear out
I paid too much, without a doubt
My life sucks, I want to die
I thought Air Jordans would make me fly

I feel pathetic, I got gypped
It's like I'm in Tales From the Crypt
Others may laugh, I'll sit and cry
The commercials say they'll make you fly
Why must they lie to all of us
I hope their lungs all fill with puss
It's such a crime, I'm gonna sue
I really hate these fucked up shoes