Sugar Crashx (Remix)

It's super cold on the track, boy
 I'm on a sugar crash
 I ain't got no fucking cash
 Maybe I should take a breath
 Cut my fucking brain in half
 I'm not lonely, just a bit
 Tired of this fucking shit
 Nothing that I write can make me
 Feel good
 Victim of the great machine
 In love with everything I see
 Neon lights surrounding me
 I indulge in luxury
 Everything I do is wrong
 'Cept for when I hit the bong
 Hit the bong, hit the bong, feel good
 Feeling shitty in my bed
 Didn't take my fucking meds
 Hyperpop up in my ears
 Everything just disappears
 Don't wanna be someone else
 Just don't wanna hate myself
 I just don't wanna hate myself
 Instead I wanna feel good
 I'm on a sugar crash
 I ain't got no fucking cash
 Maybe I should take a breath
 Cut my fucking brain in half
 I'm not lonely, just a bit
 Tired of this fucking shit
 Nothing that I write can make me
 Feel good
 (Where to now?)
 It's super cold on the track, boy
 (Got the rest of my life to fuck around)
 (Got the rest of my life to make sound)
 Where to now?
 Got the rest of my life just laid out
 Got the rest of my life to fuck around
 Got the rest of my life to make sound
 Feel good
 Where to now?
 Got the rest of my life just laid out
 Got the rest of my life to fuck around
 Got the rest of my life to make sound
 Feel good
 I'm on a sugar crash
 I ain't got no fucking cash
 Maybe I should take a breath
 Cut my fucking brain in half
 I'm not lonely, just a bit
 Tired of this fucking shit
 Nothing that I write can make me
 Feel good
 Victim of the great machine
 In love with everything I see
 Neon lights surrounding me
 I indulge in luxury
 Everything I do is wrong
 'Cept for when I hit the bong
 Hit the bong, hit the bong, feel good