I got a caffeine high, and I can’t sit still.
I got an empty stomach, in the chesterfield.
I got an ashtray, that’s filling up quick.
I got deep pockets, full of bad habits.

I got markings on the mind, we age like cheap red wine.
I’m melting in the sunshine, feeling fine.
Slime and reason, we’re all blind to the demons.
Find that we all have, a closet of skeletons.
The sun beats down on my skull. (On my skull).
And we’re all here just waiting for the downfall.
Burnt light bulbs, in the back alleys of Montreal.
I got friends who skateboard, and some who play b-ball.
Going through withdrawal, with eyes that are bloodshot.
Butter knives, resting on the stove top.
Spot me on the balcony or on the rooftop.
Hear me singing my poetry, or kicking a beatbox
From the Monkland strip,to Seven Islands and the crack spot.
It’s what I am, it’s what I have and it’s what I got.

I got a caffeine high, and I can’t sit still.
I got an empty stomach, in the chesterfield.
I got an ashtray, that’s filling up quick.
I got deep pockets, full of bad habits.
It’s what I got ... and I will never stop.

I got a few words, that’s all I have to offer.
I know it’s not a lot, but there’s always coffee, cream and sugar.
Hip hop, creeping from the speakers.
Two brothers chilling together, on the balcony for what felt like forever.
French fries, and cheeseburgers, my blood is getting thicker.
Pizza for dinner, espresso for supper.
We loiter, and get drunk in the park.
Our nights are way too bright, and our days remain dark.
I got to spark the torch, and burn the bridges of the city.
I got my friends and family, waiting for me in the country.
I got a handful of memories, that will forever last.
I got a nostalgic mind, always thinking of the past.
Its what I got and I will never stop

I got a caffeine high, and I can’t sit still.
I got an empty stomach, in the chesterfield.
I got an ashtray, that’s filling up quick.
I got deep pockets, full of bad habits.