Sour Patch Kids
I raise my consciousness by smoking cigarettes
And chewing Sour Patch Kids
I like to meditate on things I hate
My third chakra's amiss
But I got an album full of half-finished songs
And a quarter ounce of pot
And I was gonna take a shower on my birthday today
But the water just wouldn't get hot
I get high before I go to the bar
And talk to all them girls
Oh, but they never sit next to me
Ain't it a cruel, cruel world
Well, there must be something wrong with them
To not love a man like me
Well, I got a leather jacket and an old dirt bike
With a sense of superiority
But I just can't see
How much there's left to know
When all I ever asked for
Was salt and never gold
And I just can't be
The only one who wants to know
If I'm 29 today
How many more years to go?
Buying fried chicken on a credit card
And watching internet porn
Well, I think I'll find my Jesus again
And get my soul reborn
Oh, I'm pretty sure it's the end of the world
Because that's what the Bible says
I got an AR-10, 7,000 rounds
And a ceramic bulletproof vest
I bought some acid off the internet
And I got some DMT, too
Well, I'm gonna sit around and fry my brain
'Til I expose the truth
I know nothing about what I'm not
And everything I am
Well, I'm God's useless, narcissistic son
Kyle Mont Cunningham
But I just can't see
How much there's left to know
When all I ever wanted
Was salt and never gold
And I just can't be
The only one who wants to know
If I'm 29 today
How many more years to go?
And chewing Sour Patch Kids
I like to meditate on things I hate
My third chakra's amiss
But I got an album full of half-finished songs
And a quarter ounce of pot
And I was gonna take a shower on my birthday today
But the water just wouldn't get hot
I get high before I go to the bar
And talk to all them girls
Oh, but they never sit next to me
Ain't it a cruel, cruel world
Well, there must be something wrong with them
To not love a man like me
Well, I got a leather jacket and an old dirt bike
With a sense of superiority
But I just can't see
How much there's left to know
When all I ever asked for
Was salt and never gold
And I just can't be
The only one who wants to know
If I'm 29 today
How many more years to go?
Buying fried chicken on a credit card
And watching internet porn
Well, I think I'll find my Jesus again
And get my soul reborn
Oh, I'm pretty sure it's the end of the world
Because that's what the Bible says
I got an AR-10, 7,000 rounds
And a ceramic bulletproof vest
I bought some acid off the internet
And I got some DMT, too
Well, I'm gonna sit around and fry my brain
'Til I expose the truth
I know nothing about what I'm not
And everything I am
Well, I'm God's useless, narcissistic son
Kyle Mont Cunningham
But I just can't see
How much there's left to know
When all I ever wanted
Was salt and never gold
And I just can't be
The only one who wants to know
If I'm 29 today
How many more years to go?
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Writer(s): Kyle Cunningham
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