It's systematic
We're synthetically grown in a system
Some bitch named Morgan
Told me
To f*ck off
So I f*cked off
Ain't even part of my dinner
Bucking weed
Hands getting sticky
Call me a trimmer
Head stuck
Let me out this has been way too picky
Please
Let me be
I told you I'd never leave
As I was walking out the door
Smack my meat up just a little more
Alone on my knees
Browsing through these whores
Life can be such a bore
I had sworn to be a better man
Now sitting here not grinding for cheddar
Screw that
Pick up my slack
Wield my sword with a might grip like Bruce Lee
Lay down in these sheets
Get up in a heart beat
If I had another chance I'd let you be
I love you always
Sorry to say I'm afraid
So afraid it took me away
Now I can't tell where
The opportunity begins and my old home ends
What ifs taken to lengths
I can't understand yet
Though in the back of my head
I hear her name
I'm saying it I know for certain
That we're in a game
Real sensations
Real thoughts
Real feelings I was lost in
Saw a cross in the sky
Memories starting to chase me
For my life
A strife
I can't seem to escape
Oh Lord, what is this I hear you say
What are you attempting to say
Speak up, I can't hear what you have to say