dizzy mon got no plon fuck a goat eating beans out the trash can mon dark side of the moon I can sing in auto tune meetings run till noon no time for lunch but let's do coffee soon full of empty promises prolly more depressed than you I know what I'm gone dew stuff my face with ice cream I'm a fat boy diet starts on Monday and I'm unemployed they say I'm a catch a doggy plays in fetch I should chase cars foreings set the bar no fucks left to give I dont wanna live just to see what's next ganja on my breath I ain't scared of death just afraid of dying just afraid of trying failure at my doorstep help me write my story tale of a poor shlep whose gone write my story