Aspartame

Hanging with you is like shooting heroin
You're a god damn fake aspartame, my friend
You leave a nasty taste in this pretty girl's mouth
No style, no class, you're headed down south

Feed me all these lies and you try to bring me down
No, you don't stand a chance, got my feet on the ground
Seems to me you got a stick
Stuck up your ass spinning round round
Now you're going too fast

All these lies you feed to me show me how
All you do is bring me down
All you do is bring me down