Sour Patch Kids Lyrics

I raise my consciousness by smoking cigarettes

And chewing Sour Patch Kids

I like to meditate on things I hate

My third chakra's amiss

But I got an album full of half-finished songs

And a quarter ounce of pot

And I was gonna take a shower on my birthday today

But the water just wouldn't get hot

I get high before I go to the bar

And talk to all them girls

Oh, but they never sit next to me

Ain't it a cruel, cruel world

Well, there must be something wrong with them

To not love a man like me

Well, I got a leather jacket and an old dirt bike

With a sense of superiority

But I just can't see

How much there's left to know

When all I ever asked for

Was salt and never gold

And I just can't be

The only one who wants to know

If I'm 29 today

How many more years to go?

Buying fried chicken on a credit card

And watching internet porn

Well, I think I'll find my Jesus again

And get my soul reborn

Oh, I'm pretty sure it's the end of the world

Because that's what the Bible says

I got an AR-10, 7,000 rounds

And a ceramic bulletproof vest

I bought some acid off the internet

And I got some DMT, too

Well, I'm gonna sit around and fry my brain

'Til I expose the truth

I know nothing about what I'm not

And everything I am

Well, I'm God's useless, narcissistic son

Kyle Mont Cunningham

But I just can't see

How much there's left to know

When all I ever wanted

Was salt and never gold

And I just can't be

The only one who wants to know

If I'm 29 today

How many more years to go?