More dumb ass shit nEverybody need a joke track nnAs I sit in the prison cell I built in the bedroom nStudio B with a mic in the bathroom nLittle ol' me starrin' dead at the wall for the 800 and 577th time nI ain't got a dime, I done blown what I had nIt was good while it lasted, not bein' sad nGave me more medication but I ain't got better nStuck in New York City with this fucked up weather nWhat the hell am I doin here? I miss Atlanta nLife is not a riddle, there is no answer nAt least not to me, but you wouldn't understand I mean you nReally really really really wouldn't understand nWhen you wanna die but can't, wanna live but can't nWanna cry but can't, wanna fly but can't nJust glued to the ground with a cigarette nI hear it will change, but not yet nnAnd I can't call it when it's good nAnd I can call it when it's bad nAnd I can't even call on you nBut thats okay, hey I ain't mad nAnd I can't call it when I'm up nAnd I can't call it when I'm sad nSo dont ask me for too much nCause I can't give what I ain't had nnIt's been 3 or 4 days since I last had a shower nAh hell put another hard drive in the tower nPut some more strings on that beat nSo I don't have to feel and I don't have to eat nPeople im'n me nWhen you comin' out with that new cd nFuck if I know nI've had four record deals, no singles, no albums, and no shows nI got a wife and she took away my poise nI got a nickname for her, white noise nThat's prob'ly her now nYellin' at me about that line I wrote just now nI'm damned if I do and damned if I think about it nThe real answer is to drink about it nYou say it's all in my head again nWhy the fuck you think I'm on 4 different medicines nnAnd I can't call it when it's good nAnd I can call it when it's bad nAnd I can't even call on you nBut thats okay, hey I ain't mad nAnd I can't call it when I'm up nAnd I can't call it when I'm sad nSo don't ask me for too much nCause I cant give what I ain't had nnTried and failed, won and it was still hell nMight as well write suicide email nShootin' for the stars, shootin' for mars, or maybe just shootin' for the monkey bars nLife is good when you got friends, ends or no ends, damn nNo answers, no questions to ask, yeah I guess I'll just make myself last nnAnd I can't call it when it's good nAnd I can call it when it's bad nAnd I can't even call on you nBut thats okay, hey I ain't mad nAnd I can't call it when I'm up nAnd I can't call it when I'm sad nSo dont ask me for too much nCause I can't give what I ain't had