I'm in an altered state, and always worth the wait.nDroppin' melodies just like my 58's.nIf I was more concerned, I'd set the record straight,nLet 'em go ahead and think I only fuck with jailbait.nLive a little faster out here on the interstate,nNo blow, no show. Baby no debate.nHeart rate, birth rate, now they've all been raised.nDon't get delusional girl, I'm not your soul mate.nnCarbon copy entertainers, I'm not impressed,nSometimes I think I'm only herenTo put this tradgedy to rest.nDon't worry 'bout open containers, I'll drink the rest.nIt's gonna be a long drive back to the midwest.nSayin:nnFuck the cliches, I'm gonna change the face,nHang the critic, fuck the DJ if he doesn't give us plays.nAll the money that I'm makin', yeah, I spend it on the 'caine.nAnd if you're really that disgusted, why you still sayin' my name?nnThese are the floors I sleep on, this is the ringin' in my ears,nThese precious things I pray on.nJust get your creep on, and I'ma keep on.n(And I'ma keep it all on.)nnThis ain't a throwback, in case you didn't know.nI'm not the type to play pathetic on the microphone.nMake up your mind son. You want original?nGet to movin' for me, or just go back to your radio.nnIt's a lot more than makeup and wearing blacknStage shows, scene girls and shootin' smack.nFuck electro, you can have it back.nI'm on to this new shitnThat they don't even have a name for yet.nnIt's like a bullet train to my brainn(Right, right, right, right)nWith all these people sayin' what they're sayin'n(right, right, right, right)nIt's like a bullet put straight through my brain.nYou are my questionable clientèle from hell.nnIt's like a bullet train to my vein.n(right, right)nn(come on now, come on now)