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What's the point of changing, can't change an attitude Mine's collateral for who I mattered to The sadder few I gathered who catalog every time I rabble on About another vagabond I chatted to I am searching for diversity, but variance Is barely sent so where we met is worse than the where we left and where we went Fair at best for every X I spent And all your existential crises were excrement My next defense will be a thicker shell This should help against Miss Mendacious Which is still my ex, and yes I can place it But I can't pick it up Cause when you freaking start to talk to me it feels like way too much Who woulda guessed Miss Mendacious would be this high maintenance Is it the risks I take, or is this mundane with, the same damn shit over the same damn cadence, cause the days are blending And my mind is vacant And my mind is vacant And my mind is It's the same old shit, and the same old beat It's the same old shoes, over the same old street And it's the same old news, that I heard last week That's why I'm blocking out everything to do with me I thought I had a thought, so I thought about it It made me think a thought to think about - If I hadn't had a thought to think about then i'd be thinking 'bout a thought that i hadn't had And if you understand that you're a psychopath, well... maybe socio And so you don't act on it, you could let it out Get it out! - the taste of vinegar inside your mouth If you're into her loaded south you could show her now Or you could wait a little, Zed is coming up behind in the rear view Back with advice like a peer do So I say cheers to Anyone else enduring - this goal drought Haven't had anything but a mocking bitch to spit on my accomplishments Prior to my conscious ticks, clarity I don't receive But after - I wake inside a lucid dream So who dare oppose the queen The bar's royal confidant A true phenomenon: that strut is known to make you go homminna homminna And the story it goes on and on And the story it never stops And the story it goes on and on It goes on and on