They say it's sweet like sugar
Or at least that's what I've heard
You know, I've seen it when I'm walking through the 'burbs
You look down, maybe clutching to your purse
On your way to the airport, selfies with the ferns
Selzie with the perm
You might be afraid, bitch, I might be interred
The pressure 'bout to burst
Feeding all the worms
The pressure 'bout to burst