I wake up in the morning
I'm hazy and it's frozen
One million miles per hour
Repeated til it's broken

I know I need to cool it
Bleached out overexposure
A swimming pool of coffee
Has melted my composure

When I'm all outta sorts
And wake up in my biz cazh
Instead of my shorts
I know I need a little trap door under my bed
To drop the feeling that I screwed up
It's stickin' in my head

I'm ragged in the morning
One million things to make up
I'll try again tomorrow
But first I gotta wake up

When I'm all outta sorts
And wake up in my biz cazh
Instead of my shorts
I know I need a little trap door under my bed
To drop the feeling that I screwed up
It's stickin' in my head

It's stuck