Taste The Money
I can taste the money running through my head
And you can take it from me just like a friend
And I'm so sick of blaming the alcohol
And saying goodbye via fentanyl
Do you believe in love and drugs and hugs
And sex in the morning that never gets boring?
I'll get sedated with anyone
Fucking jaded and only twenty-one
And I can settle back in your yurt
Stuck in the closet, that's never gonna work
You're fucking out of your mind
All the time
You're fucking out of your mind
All the time
Psychedelic therapy
Am I tripping or is this trip tripping me?
You're fucking out of your mind
You're fucking out of your mind
You're fucking out of your mind
All the time
You're fucking out of your mind
All the time