i did steroids and the only thing that grew was my contempt  for myself(remix)

under the canopy there is a lethargic manatee  
 who does not apply to social standards like a son of anarchy  
 i live in a world of virtual fantasy and bad dreams  
the bad me went from being a sad freak  
 to your future plans for the week  
man if i could speak  
i'd probably write less  
from lifeless  
 to fri nights with a suicide girl in a nice dress  
quite the mess to be like this.  
the price of stress vs. bein this type of fresh  
price-less  
   
my brain is like a pimple  
that pops and has a breakdown once a month  
like it's some type of menstrual  
 trying to figure out how the story ends  
as if the battery died in my kindle  
it used to all be quite simple  
until i figured out it's all lies and riddles  
the only truth is in my fiddle  
my pistol  
is a divine whistle that shoots the moon and the stars  
  like a blind criminal  
my crimes visual while on the inside pitiful  
 that's not just a rhyme  
i'm literal  
   
sometimes i call my x wife in the middle of the night  
 just to tell her i still love her and try to fuck up her life  
i know this is not nice  
 but the price that i paid and the cut that she gave  
 was more than just a slice  
i hope that her kids get lice  
i'm trying to get right  
and get back at em  
there was passion before eve gave the apple to adam  
this car is crashing  
this boat is sinkin  
i keep thinkin that i have a hold on my drinkin  
 and this hole is shrinkin  
but i still cross the whole kingdom in a second of blinkin