Eeeek! - Acot

I sip shit till I get sick and

Feed acid to the children

Gold teeth grillin', I’m feelin'

Fine (Fine, fine)

Smoke shit till I lose focus

So hopeless, hope they don’t notice

Psychosis is my prognosis, huh (Huh, huh)

Better drop your whole life

If you wanna know why

Why I’m never outside

What it really feels like

What it really feels like

Better make a life plan

Or you’ll be a sad man

Living in the trash can

Like it was the last stand

Like it was the last stand

Better drop your whole life

If you wanna know why

Why I’m never outside

What it really feels like

What it really feels like

Better make a life plan

Or you’ll be a sad man

Living in the trash can

Like it was the last stand

Like it was the last stand

I sip shit till I get sick and (Uh)

Feed acid to the children (Uh)

Gold teeth grillin', I’m feelin' (Uh)

Fine (Fine, fine)

Smoke shit till I lose focus

So hopeless, hope they don’t notice

Psychosis is my prognosis, huh (Huh, huh)