Cheetos

I'm a crackhead, snackhead, bank account on life support

Dreams deferred to "maybe next tax refund" court

Rockin' socks with Birkenstocks to the gas station resort

$4.89 on Flamin' Hot Cheetos + Monster — that's my net worth!

I could quit cold turkey... right after this last Hot Cheeto crunch

Swear on my dead Tamagotchi, I'm functional... mostly... kinda... much?

Hit the gym? Nah, I hit "refresh" on TikTok FYP

Algorithm knows me better than my mom at this point, why

My apartment's a crime scene: pizza box Jenga tower elite

Energy drinks forming a support group in the sink — they complete

If "crackhead activities" was an Olympic sport

I'd take gold, silver, AND bronze — sweep the whole court!

"Tracy, you got this! Manifest! Hustle culture! Rise and grind!"

...then I rise at 2 p.m., grind coffee beans, and manifest crime

(aka ordering $47 poke bowl delivery to avoid human contact)

Living my best worst life, no cap, that's a fact!

So if you see me at the 76 station in pajamas and sunglasses at high noon

Don't call the cops... I'm not tweaking, I'm just... creatively ruined

I'm a crackhead... yeah... but I'm your crackhead, LA fam

Now leave me alone... nah for real... LEAVE ME ALONE... or bring tacos!