What am I doing here in LA?

I'm a fucking fool, Devil's Candy to a smart fool

Came to some people, I've lost it all, my friends

Here we go talking again on a mic

Leave me alone, I'm not trying to fight

I'm trying to be alone, I count how much cash I got left

Because I just got put online, what's left?

Not much, just enough to get home, have some lunch

Don't play with my emotion, no, I don't have a friend

I left them all back in Michigan

Now I'm twisted up, the sport down the river with no shorts

No shoes on my back, got bent up

Duckers kicking my ass back in Michigan

Telling me I'm fucked, leave it all because that sucks

Don't play with my emotions, don't play with my emotions

No, no, ain't funny no more, just a shit ton of money

Nothing making an album on a lamb