(Yung Germ)
Woke up, everything's fucked
Goldfish dead and my Chase account's in the dust
Credit started starting with a four
Can't take a loan out 'cause I need to get a higher score
And I really need a new car
My shit from '93 and it don't even start
At least I got my guitar
Even though I need a new string and the cord don't go far
Skateboard stolen at the park again
And I might resort to violence
It was my only transportation
And now I'm asking for a ride again, oh, well
I just need silence
I gotta go and chill inside again, oh, well
Don't wanna try again
But I guess I gotta try again, oh, well
Hello, the universe to me, wе can be friends, I can tell
But you can't stand mе, and that's something I can smell
The way you fear me, and I'm fearing you as well
Now let's make anarchy, let's all make anarchy
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Woke up, everything's crap
Let some dude ride my bike and he never came back
And my goldfish's still dead
Still in the red, no bitch so no head
Don't got money for a bike
Got arthritis in my hand so I can't even type
Well, that's fine
I'm just a fisherman with no bait on his line
Went to jiu-jitsu at three
Got choked out with my own gi
Went to muay thai at six
My legs red from the low kicks
I took shrooms and I need help
But I wanna be by myself
I took acid, girl, nice face
But I'd appreciate my space
Hello, the universe to me, we can be friends, I can tell
But you can't stand me, and that's something I can smell
The way you fear me, and I'm fearing you as well
Now let's make anarchy, let's all make anarchy
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
