Whose - trip Lyrics

Pretty blue eyes hit me like the swine flu
Teeth yellow days of marlboro and hi chew
Friends call me the main man, caveman
Every track i mix is a rain dance
Feel like dame dash after the plane crash
Or when dirty harry killed a gang with the same mag, i can't decide
My brain compares wine and pesticides as their alike
Wind chimes play in my mind both day and night
Kid cudi never hit me as much as earl did
Me myself and i, and the bourbon
My lady keeps pressing me to flourish
Be something
Can't get away from this room, the metronomes humming
The metronomes numbing
The phreromomes stunted
Hopeless romance bubbling
Crumbling
Dusting off old lyrics hoping to find substance
I could use some assistance
Could do with a trip