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I got a dichotomy inside of me like sodomy My brain and body fight on the potty, part of me wants a lobotomy It's bothering me, you need to bottle me into a pill sell me at CVS next to the dill Viagra for the terminally ill Sick and out of control, I tried chicken soup for the soul A dick in my hole, but that didn't roll Like grassy knoll, I shoot my mouth off take my top off on Get my rocks off on prada knock off I'm gone I cop rock on the dope block, I'd rather rot than cop dope I'd rather snot than snort coke, I cope with Diet Coke No Pope, no beau, elope alone on the low No dough, but for those in the know, I'm famous you know? (No) Sick of talk I'd rather cough, sick of rap mixed with rock Sick of Kid Rock making off on the chart while I'm caught making art I'm a narc smoking trees in the dark part of the car park, please Keep on moving, I stopped Ache for home but can't go there surrounded and lonely, I don't care But you see, I really do, I do Don't let the look fool you I'm the worst, I'm the best, I'm a mess, I'm a stress This is the first time you heard this song, but then you know the rest I'm the worst, I'm the best, I'm a mess, I'm a stress This is the first time you heard this song, but then you know the rest I don't need psychology to see the dichotomy in me My Lex, no Lex, my tech decks are all wrecked My ex is on Ex, I'm a sex symbol and no sex I'm shy and kinda awkward when it comes to the men But I'm Princess Superstar and I got a big mouth like the men-watch I'm horny cut like Lizzie Borden, fuck this biz, I'm bored and keep a source award Locked in a mental ward with a guard warden An oxymoron, I'm a moron and I swore on the Qu'ran I'd never be poor But now I'm touring for half the dough And watch porn at four in the morning, recording the bass player snoring At the red roof Inn while Korn gets bored at the four seasons Hardcore and don't drink, I'm part Mormon My menorah, Lord, I got Christmas decorations Impatient, I'm patient paid like Peter Gatien erasing past ace education My brother was once at Yale, now, he's on methadone Nice vacation I'm the worst, I'm the best, I'm a mess, I'm a stress This is the first time you heard this song, but then you know the rest I'm the worst, I'm the best, I'm a mess, I'm a stress This is the first time you heard this song, but then you know the rest I don't need psychology to see the dichotomy in me Paradox got a pair of rocks in a jewel box But the type of rocks you find in ya tool box Your school socks bust locks in ya mind dine Like a lion pack, I leave the meek behind Line drive like a lineback, I'm weak for weeks at a time Peep me look like a prep speak like a freak Lead like a sheep, love animals, eat lots of meat White but rhyme on the beat, speak at the beep Are you there? I can't sleep My new song is amazing, but like not good enough to keep I'm starving, I can't eat I'm hot, I got cold feet, hope you sleep better than me Hope you feel better than me, my life it's just a dichotomy And I'm smart, but did I use that word properly? I'm the worst, I'm the best, I'm a mess, I'm a stress This is the first time you heard this song, but then you know the rest I'm the worst, I'm the best, I'm a mess, I'm a stress This is the first time you heard this song, but then you know the rest I don't need psychology to see the dichotomy in me Now, I told you that this would be a curious story So, you will just have to be-believe me Mix flow with stress, mix flow with stress
Writer(s): Concetta Kirschner, Jim Slade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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