Like we're too hot Chase! Light me like a cigarette And watch me burn away I'm rivaled by a single thread My own worst enemy Now I'm in love with anyone Anyone in love with me I bite the hand that drops the bomb Then blame it all on Joey Smile on my face Slithering like a snake Like Mom would always say You can't trust the TV Garbage on my plate Spittin' up all my shame Everything is great And then you die My problem's everybody's problem I think I'm the problem I've got a problem with that I got blue ones Blame it all on you ones 1992 ones I guess you get what you get Ah, yeah Wash it down with cinnamon And I'll tell you what I think Mm, I took my vitamins But I still feel obsolete I sh-should've been famous 'Bout an hour or two ago But I die when I get recognized And cry a little when I don't Smile on my face Slithering like a snake Yeah, Mom would always say You can't trust the TV Garbage on my plate Spittin' up all my shame I call it how it breaks My oh, my Oh, my problem's everybody's problem I think I'm the problem I've got a problem with that I got blue ones Blame it all on you ones 1992 ones I guess you get what you get Ah, yeah Let me sing it loud Let me break it down Let me build it up Then I'll cut it out Ah, is this gettin' easier Or am I just gettin' older? My eyes are just gettin' sleepier I'm just gettin' sober I feel a little sleazier I do it for the culture I'm not a cover for a creature Baby, I'm a vulture Woo-ooh, ah-ooh Woo-ooh, ah-ooh Woo-ooh, ah-ooh Woo-ooh, ah-ooh