Clear the floor of syrup bottles
So we actually have someplace to sit
This bitch hates the taste of tablets
(She don’t like the way they hit)

Sun sets on exotic streets
Strolls across them fearlessly
Dyes her hair with syrup bottles
(’cause it’s fucking disgusting)
She don’t like the tabs;
She don’t like the way they-

Fuck, it’s never enough
Fuck, it’s never enough