marsh

my name is marsh and this world

i'm out of it

'cause with all this a-b-c shit

i'm starting to sound like alf a bit

ha

i kill me

this medicine's counterfeit

i was mislead by the sound of it

how am i gonna get turnt up on this valium shit?

checked in at the royal garden

to chill and avoid my problems

until paranoia caused me

to feel like i'm going bonkers

for real

think my toilet's talkin'

i spilled like

like forty bottles

of pills

think your boy is startin'

to feel like a spoiled carton of milk

'cause it just occurred

my girl's cheatin'

i'm kickin' that fucking bitch to the curb

but the word fucking" ain't meant to be a descriptive word