Connor thought that his dreams were not possible
When he woke up he was only thinking logical
He started thinking that he could be this rad guy
That super duper fly guy on that super troopa hash high
His life is tick tocking on the facebook
He needs to get fucked, please show him how you play swole
Needs to get crunk, so show him how to make hooks
Think about yourself and say fuck off to the fake crooks
But Connor dies and you turn him into ashes
Roll them in a joint so the world can kiss his ass and
As long as he leaves a mark he's not tripping
He took a front seat on this log with his mission now
He's alone with his thoughts, he's just thinking about a rope
You asking why he rhymes, it's the way he tries to cope
With the fact that he's alone and inside he's lost hope
They say that he's just fine
Where do I go and where do I run?
When life is hard, find me a gun
I don't have the answers, I only feel the pain
Starting to feel dead inside revive me again
See Connor, he was this out the box thinker
True to Mary Jane and wasn't too much of a drinker
Helped him ease the pain when the thoughts would tend to linger Why was he born in a world that only gave the finger
Fuck the doctor he's not taking those pills nah
Fuck the normals and their social skills yeah
Fuck the way people made him think about himself
About the world, about his life about his dreams put on the shelf
He does not really wanna take that nah
He just wants to make it
OK, but he really wants to stop now
And leave this world that he's created
But fuck that he knows he's got the balls
But they are trapped outside the box that is bolted to the wall
Duty is you must call him motivator
Got the feeling that they're lost to the ones that think they'll fall
Here we go!
Where do I go and where do I run?
Real life is hard find me a gun
I don't have the answers, I only feel the pain
Starting to feel dead inside revive me again