Stuck under a ceiling of stucko
I see windows, I see space
This ain’t no opportunity bucko
You had it all
It went to waste
Stuck between a couch cushion
I bleed blue, yea I bleed too
Keep on truckin keep on pushin
You want it all
Just a little taste
I feel sick, waiting for the drip
I feel sick, lost within the trip
I feel sick, waiting for the drip
I feel sick, lost within the trip
