Diminished Combat

[Verse 1]
I think I'm losing it
But I can’t tell if its my smell or its my whit
As if I give a shit
'Cause of my reckless driving I think I should call it quits
And I can’t even tell if you’re the one angering me
But this thorn that’s in my side isn’t quite where it should be
Hey man have you seen my phone?
I haven’t called her in a week
And the note that’s in my pocket’s tearing holes up in my jeans
This is Denton, call it heaven, call it Seven-Eleven
Fuck I'm running out of money and it's not even funny
But I think I pulled a musclе so I gotta down a couple
It's a struggle, it's a hustle, not to mеntion bloody knuckles

[Chorus]
Is this really necessary? I can’t tell 'cause you’re so scary
Don’t you know that you’re a joke and you can’t stand without a plan

[Verse 2]
Forty days and forty nights how can you even sleep at night
I know your parents must be proud of the young boy that they brought out
Of his little tiny hole in that small place he was found
But you know when no-one sees him yeah when no-one’s around
He's quietly making plans to destroy his lame-ass town
As if anyone ever visits that dumb place that he was found