Wouldn't feed that
To a street rat
But it's around
Can't stop
'Cause there's a blind spot when it's around
I don't feel like myself without a prop
Maybe that's a part of the problem
Somebody's making a buck
Makes me wanna give it up
That's a part of the problem
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Didn't mean that
Get the key back
I was wrong
'Cause it's chronic
And this is not the time to stop
I don't really wanna leave this to God
Maybe that's a part of the problem
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Couldn't give it up when I was gettin' around
And I couldn't give it up when I was still on your couch
It's awful
And it's needed
Karma is a maniac, I'm losing my friends
If I get rid of all the goods and pretend
It's awful
And not needed
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Wouldn't feed that
To a street rat
But it's around