This is a song about "Fantasy stuff"

He's the one doing his stuff

All we need is convienient love

I'm hooked on that good stuff

I just light up and focus

We were livin a fantasy

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

You in to that animal stuff

She going to borrow some money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

No more showering you with stuff,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

I can teach you all the sounds of love