Taste the Money

I can taste the money running through my head And you can take it from me, just like a friend And I'm so sick of blaming the alcohol And saying goodbye via fentanyl Do you believe in love, and drugs, and hugs And sex in the morning that never gets boring? I'll get sedated with anyone Fucking jaded and only 21 And I can settle back in your yard Stuck in the closet that's never gonna work You're fucking out of your mind All the time You're fucking out of your mind All the time Psychadelic therapy Am I tripping or is this trip tripping me? You're fucking out of your mind You're fucking out of your mind You're fucking out of your mind All the time You're fucking out of your mind All the time