Buzzed

Some call it a problem

I call it a way of life

So let's address the problem

Would you rather fight or fly?

'Cos when the clouds turn to stars and I struggle to dream

I toss and I turn 'til the frustration consumes me

I'm without no solace here alone in my bed

I embrace the night instead

'Cos I can't sleep without feeling buzzed

Without feeling the bass pumping, pumping