This is a song about "The tantrums"

Where the ball meets the wall

And i love you all

My buzz is like cocaine

The realist in the game

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Got the passion for the music

In the face of the outside.

Walk blind into a line or fight