Hang on to Your IQ Placebo

[Verse 1]
Chinese masseuse, comes between us
Talks in haikus, plastic venus
Got a headrush, in her pocket
Two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket

[Chorus]
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
I'm lonely

[Verse 2]
Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside
Roll another, for breakfast
Burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus

[Chorus]
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
I'm lonely

[Verse 3]
Legs eleven, makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88
I'm a fool, whose tool is small
It's so miniscule, it's no tool at all