Cheetos

[Chorus – now with added desperation]
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!
[Verse 2 – rock bottom but make it glamorous]
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!
[Bridge – fake motivational speaker moment]
"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!
[Outro – chewing loudly into the mic while sirens wail in background]
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!

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