CHORUS

Buuuuuzzzzzz

Naw, He ain’t here to make love

Just here to paint mud

Throw it at the wall then

VERSE 1

His brain moves fast so he’s messy with a pen/

And now he’s at it again/

Does he wanna hang with the bag or the friend?/

He doesn’t wanna hang around with loose ends/

Loose ends got him saying yes to wrong offer/

After the party the after party was longer/

Whatever it takes to make the day shorter/

Priorities all in the wrong order/

All of the things that gone wrong before that washed up ashore/

He could not control but he took the fall/

He’s too proud to call his mother or his father even though he oughta/

Not a single day goes by where he isn’t trying to believe his own lie/

Oh my/

He knows how find trouble above/

But he can’t do it alone, he needs unconditional buzz/

CHORUS

VERSE 2

This racket gave him a hatchet/

When he needed an axe but still he could hack it/

Always stayed warm never had a jacket/

The bad apple spoils the whole basket, tragic/

The inspector without a gadget/

The investor who went cashless, magine/

He tried to start the fire without the matches/

Now he’s playin ball while you’re talkin bout practice, classic/

Doesn’t really care what the price of the gas is/

A walk in the park or a hike in the taxes/

Try to keep up with the world as it happens/

The world’s so small but it’s still so massive/

The baits on the hook and he’s reelin it in/

Cause it doesn’t eat much and he’s feelin thin/

But he keeps up with a shit eating grin/

Unconditional buzz man he needs it again/