Testo Dopamine

I'm in a wrestling match
With myself again
Wonder who's gonna win
Sumo on the one side
Pluto on the drumline
Maybe they'll be friends

Who knows what they say? Who knows when the feelings change?

Mirandas on the porch swing
Kyles gotta diamond ring
Made out of mouse hair
The older kids doing drugs
Getting out and getting fucked
Wonder how it really feels

Who knows what they say?
Who knows when the feelings change?

I'm running low on dopamine
I'm diving on the slope
Flying at blazing speeds Passing all the maple trees
Glass in the honey bees frozen in time

Why don't you shut 'em out of bed?
Why do you scream and shout?
Who didn't love you when
You're needed the most now?
You're torturing my grub
Portion generations
Below and after
All those who've heard our gun

I'm running low on dopamine
I'm starting to close
Lower them gradually
Women glowing
When did all these filler streets get so flat?

I'm running low on dopamine
I'm last made of stone
Is this house supposed to be?
Is this house gonna be?
Is this home gonna be until the end?