I just won't... I will never sleep

Three in the morning up since last week

I just can't... couldn't give a damn

Better off at a salon tryna get a tan

I just don't... don't really care

I feel so cold ice box Frigidaire

I just don't... don't give a fuck

I once thought I could, since then nothing much

Momma don't like me, i really can't blame her

She sees I'm selfish; she can't see a failure

Thinks i'll rule the world or at least become mayor

She loves my potential; that's just mother's nature

I'm a piece of the shit (no offence to the creator)

I just know I'm a bastard really I'm my biggest hater

My lil bro's asthma don't need no inhalers

That's a dub, we just puff, put clouds in the air

I never paid attention, he hungered for the influence

Now i can't pay for shit, actually let's not get into it

The past is not the present so his older brother's dead

It's irrelevant; i am only pictures in his head

Sorta like just what my father is to me

Not to say he never bothered; pops is pretty fatherly

Plenty babymommas, so there was no time to father me

I wondered, 'is he proud?' regardless, now i think, 'probably'

But it doesn't really matter, nothing ever did

We’re all gonna die. Some of us will live

They are alive; the rest are undead

The youth, forever young. I won't ever go to bed

I just don't... I don't ever sleep

Three in the morning up since last week

I just can't... couldn't if I tried

Couldn't even look like i care if i lied

I just won't... I will never know

What's going on, why I feel so cold

I just don't... don't give a fuck

I once thought I could, since then nothing much

Of course I love the ladies maybe love is lust

Most times I wanna smash but I'm lucky if I bust

I love ass that's no lie if you got one I can trust

Take a seat next to I and maybe you can meet a nut

I gotta be crazy [right?] just a lil retarded

Slightly stupid northern lights straight out of a garden

Lit up on a sidewalk under arrest me beg your pardon

Sometimes i can't talk this gets the conversation started

Can't tell you what I'm thinking cuz you'd think I was a ghost

How did i die, or will i have a rest from this smoke

With thoughts so well-baked no wonder why i spoke

I been philosophizing yes or no and if I'm grown

Then why do i live at home, i could walk the earth

Fuck it forty oz for forty winks for what it's worth

No rest for the wicked and the rest of us get dirt

Mass introspection on the tv wrestling with truth hurts

But it doesn't really matter, nothing ever did

We’re all gonna die. Some of us will live

They are alive; the rest are undead

The youth, forever young. I won't ever go to bed

I just can't... Won't you let me sleep

Shut the fuck up it's already three

I just don't... don't know what to do

Fuck the planet, captain, I'm going to the moon

I just won't... I will never rest

Brain all gone, grey smoke in my chest

I just don't... don't give a fuck

Once thought I could, since then nothing much