Times when bad gets wild
Smother me armor less
From neck down
It's still harmless
But when shit becomes literal
Down there it's physical

Constipation got me
My mind is getting blurry
Shit is coming out
Clean my body of it now

Times when I can't quietly digest
Punches my stomach
I can't find any peace
No rest
Cause when shit becomes literal
Pants with elastic are critical

Constipation got me
I swallowed my pride entirely
Shit is coming out
Goodbye mate gotta run