My serotonin's rationed, I'm coughing
I kind of caught the blues
But you won't catch me complaining
to the super or the news
Cause the carrot's gonna dangle
'Til the diamond is appraised
And all that talk made me feel rich baby,
but tell me, who is gonna pay
For braces to make straight,
All that Colgate keep my white tooth-innocence?
My smile's in sad shape,
All the dead weight I got tired of carrying
Yeah it's got me looking for a friend
or a crutch I can depend on
