Lyrics Going Places - Buck Bowen

I seen ya face, I ain't like
So I turned from the mirror shut off the light
I'm just playing, I love myself
I would say it's all your fault but you ain't even on my radar

My dick stays hard for so fucking long
I need anti-viagra to get it to calm
Down down down down down
Jog with a circle, running around

Nothing profound, so what's it about
If it's Wednesday you can probly find me humping around
Trouble's what you're about, you're saying something aloud
You talking trash then I'm going to have to take a dump in your mouth

So sick and tired of it all
That I swear to god I'm taking me a trip this fall
I'm going places, so impatient
I'm feeling born again, yeah cold and naked

My goal in life's to find a reason to die for
The moon is shinning but it doesn't have it's own light source
I'm feeling drained, in the gutter
My dad pissed me off so I called him a mother fucker

It's all a farce, nothing's real
If seeing is believing what's the point of touch and feel
It's just a ride, one that's going to end
So I'm going to make a post on how it's best to just pretend

Oh, you thought it really mattered
You thought you'd get rewarded if you just obeyed your masters
What a disaster, such a shame
You think that homeless man is crazy but you're just as insane

Have you listened to your thoughts
Nothing profound the only difference is he's not afraid to say them out loud
But we all pretend we're normal, trying to hide the nervous tick
Rushing home to numb our minds with fucking bread and circuses