I'm pretty sure that I can make a decent beat
And there's gotta be some kind of weird kid niche
For our tunes but the truth is
I'd rather watch cartoons and produce shit
Than try to promo music, where's the fun in that?
No excuses (ey) I just do this my own way
We're the Two Stooges and if you ask
I'll give your money back
All twelve bucks, I could give two fucks
I just need a roof over head
A little food and some drugs
And fuck Monty Hall, you can keep your doors closed
Because I don't even need a fucking car
I know how walk, I'm already goat
I do what I like while you don't
Maybe it's not even your own fault, but maybe it is
I'm not a role model, in fact not a model at all
See me waddle down the catwalk
Hobbling like Rogg from the Trap Door
Moving kinda sluggish, eating up the rubbish
Man what you do that for

Come my lady, bubblebath and reiki
Yeah you're my sugarfree butterfly baby
Come my lady, bubblebath and reiki
Yeah you're my sugarfreak
Yeah you're my sugarfreak

Down, down, dip down
Sip, sip, sit down
Gotta close the blinds when I go downtown
Cus this Boy don’t like feeling of sunlight
I’m getting vertigo
cus you know I’m always high

Can’t cope with my coping mechanisms
Trying to unwind becomes an addiction
So I’m swapping binge drinking for binge watching
Swapping all night raves for afternoon shopping
Guess I gotta slow down, going sugarfree
All my life lightspeed, E equals MC
Candle burns twice as bright, burns half as long
Like a moth to a flame, it’s in my genes, son
No butterflies in space, eaten by the sun
All big stars turn into black holes
Can’t fill the void, stuck in event horizon
Fulfilled my goals always hunting like Orion
Its always night in space, I’m feeling blindsighted
Going Dr. Strangelove, I’m a rocket rider
Looking at the sky in a garden at a party
Eyes shaking from molly, all the stars are comets

Come my lady, bubblebath and reiki
Yeah you're my sugarfree butterfly baby
Come my lady, bubblebath and reiki
Yeah you're my sugarfreak
Yeah you're my sugarfreak