I'm staying up all night
the queen's got butterflies
all up in her stomach
let me fly high
don't have to take flack from the lies
I produce, bipolar, agamic
invasive thoughts divide
mixed in sparsely of feeling like
I'm me for a hundred percent
working on it, baby money's tight
shove it down in my mouth til I cry
crush lungs, trade it all for serotonin
