Can’t sleep, f*cking meds won’t work (choir 1)
Cat’s snoring
I think it farted once
flow, morphed, distant (I missed a phone call
And thought it was my call)
Can’t sleep, f*cking meds won’t work (choir 1)
And I don’t wanna work
And I don’t wanna cook
And I don’t want to do
Therapy uh
Just can’t compete
with reality( —’eality).
That’s a trap
Cat’s snoring
f*cking tired ’being scared (choir) (x2)
f*cking meds don’t woooooork (choir)
I did notice everything around
I made a list n colour n shit
I touched a lamp and noted it down
It’s cool (choir)
No shit!
And pillow (choir)
It’s fluffy (choir 2)
No shit!
I did notice the cat’s snoring
she’ll wake up up and purring
feeding her and up and going
picking phone and line and saying
I don’t f*cking care of your f*ckin storyg
have your day in f*cking glory
yes sir
i really don’t care
f*ck this job
it hurts my ass
it bells my sass
(flow, morphed, distant)
so yeah i know these things are from the past now and,
i’ve been told old memories should be replaced with better ones
you know what i mean, something happy and something preppy
like something you got reeeeally no idea ’bout
so i did what was written on the book
and got a picture of the farting cat
living proof that we’re in the present
(choir)
can’t sleep the meds aint working
tired of shit not working
tired of my person working
(accompaining voice, against the beat)
it’s bad
it’s boring
it’s screwed
(music cuts)
(recording, clear)
you know what i just wanna get rid of aall of that shit, the pictures, the coloured pens, the smell of the printer; if i could set all this place, wait wait, all of the neighborhood on fire, ablaze ablaze, fire, that—that would be real great. and being present, my presence not grounded at all, i’m floating well above your f*cking face of a f*cking dick of a f*cking prick, no I’m not making coffee, you can fire me, it’s already doooone sir. birds are singing already and it’s just more another day of more another shit; i don’t have time for any syntax, wot, f*ck the proof reading man, just sent all the mail with all the typos before leaving for a better place.
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