This is a song about "Brian and daisie"

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

I could be brian and you could be stewart

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

And i'm dizzy and spinning

This ain't easy, im thinking

And a fridge and some broccoli

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed