I wake up in the morning I’m hazy and it’s frozen One million miles per hour Repeated til it’s broken
I know I need to cool it Bleached out overexposure A swimming pool of coffee Has melted my composure
When I’m all outta sorts And wake up in my biz cazh Instead of my shorts I know I need a little trap door under my bed To drop the feeling that I screwed up It’s stickin’ in my head
I’m ragged in the morning One million things to make up I’ll try again tomorrow But first I gotta wake up
When I’m all outta sorts And wake up in my biz cazh Instead of my shorts I know I need a little trap door under my bed To drop the feeling that I screwed up It’s stickin’ in my head