Full Blown Meltdown - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Wake up, it was just a feelin'

He was emptyin' the coffers while I was starin' at the ceilin'

Washed up or what you wanna call it

Poppin' the good shit with the boys at the office

How 'bout it?

On the verge of poverty and a full blown meltdown

I'm still a loser and always will be, so why change now?

Fucked up, oh, who cares anyway?

With one foot in the gutter and the other in the grave

I was thinking, "How long will self-destruction be alluring?"

It's good for business, and baby, business is booming

Isn't that a trip?

I'll be sure to write it down when I hit rock bottom

For all the people who love to fetishize problems

And to tell the truth

I fetishize them too

It's pretty messed up, isn't it?

And make no mistake, I know exactly what I'm doin'

I'm just surprised the world isn't sick of grown men whining like children

You shouldn't take it so seriously, it's just music after all

And half the crap I say is just things I've stolen from the bathroom walls of shitty venues across America

And I'm losin' interest in self-help

Equally bored of feelin' sorry for myself

It's been a couple days since I've had a full blown meltdown

But I'm still a loser, and always will be, so why change now?