Delicious soda. (fuelish.)

[Verse] Blinds open; sitting at a desk, malingering All of these keys that I keep fingering Never opening locks; time tocks, the tick is Heather Brooke Making eye contact, but I never look Don’t look down; heart sucked of its life force Asking fortune tellers "What the fuck do I try for!?" All of this is pretentiously deliberate Or it’s the reverse; I don’t care, contrivance delivered it Dreamt I kissed a white girl with my liver lips, woke up, and wished I didn’t remember it Playing a song from The Decemberists No drive in my engine; gassed; wasting my pension It’s a shame, but I do not feel it Eating processed food faster than they can seal it Somehow, I graduated from a dreamer to realist There is no longer a safe place Now I’m in a Safeway, bagging for white people who hate Drake Listening to Marvin’s Room when I take breaks Overturning sugar bowls, searching for a sweetness to life Maybe find the reason I’m alive I can’t tell anymore; I don’t know anymore They don’t hold any doors when it comes to opportunity I know ‘cause I’m the doormat... Society doesn’t support that But I support it, out of good character We always leave "north" out when we say America Everyone is self-centered, I’m building a "self" center You are not invited; no membership packages No special rooms for your drug-addled actresses No "basics" around to say what kind of rap this is... Just Melvin Burch eating pizza on a mattress, bitch [Hook] I should not care what you're doing... Doing everything just to keep you from booing... I wanna sit still, but I can’t stop moving... I don’t know what I’m doing... I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that...