Pot Helps pt. 26

Perhaps you noticed I don't just go along, to go along
I feel its wrong
I feel it the same way that I feel songs
the way I feel what's wrong
like a perfect ass in a thong, hid beneath sweatpants
I could rant,
I could rave,
I could make you dance
I could make you wonder about the stars in the sky and what happens when you die
I could make you dance
But I don't give a fuck about that,
only about that big ole butt in them sweatpants
oh man
making me go "oh man"
like I just made a mess in my pants
What the fuck
and who the fuck
and where the fuck do I get some peace?
Can I get some non-attention from beasts?
Thinkin' I want to cancel my body's lease.
And I will.
I've lost all possibility of thrills
you wouldn't even know what it's like at all
until,
out of the periphery you see that big ole butt in them sweatpants
and you can't even lift your head,
let alone dance.