Zen

Give me groceries and booze

Give me FaceTime with my friends

Give me intravenous news, little drips of CNN

Give me meditation apps, text me pictures of your dog

Give me life, give me peace, give me noise

Someone gimme fucking zen

Someone gimme fucking zen

Gimme space, at least six feet

Dig my grave just as deep

I got sex on my mind all the time, fuck

Scrollin' through the internet time suck

I've been feelin' flat like a pancake

I could use a hug or a handshake

I could use some drugs or a Band-Aid

Cooped up in a hole I wanna lose all my control

I wanna just go on a rampage

Gimme wisdom, gimme teeth

Gimme vision, let me see

Gimme courage to confess

Every night I text my ex

Gimme girls, gimme boys

Gimme life, gimme peace, gimme noise

Someone gimme fucking zen

Someone gimme fucking zen

Gimme fucking zen

I need something to avoid all of my fears and paranoia

Gimme, gimme

Someone gimme fucking zen

Yeah, gimme an appetite

Gimme hope for the afterlife

Or a reason to look past tonight

Gimme happiness when I found the fame

Gimme music that doesn't all sound the same

Gimme something that I can look forward to

Gimme humans that I can get closer to

You look down at me but the next thing you know it's you

With the rent overdue

Gimme a little bit of piece of your peace of mind

Gimme a piece of yours, you'll get a piece of mine

Gimme something to do when there nothing to do

But when I get it, shit, I'll probably just fuck it up too

Gimme two steps to the left (Ayy)

Gimme one step to the right (Ayy)

Gimme one dance with the volume at ten

And someone, anyone, gimme fucking zen

Someone gimme fucking zen

Gimme fucking zen

I need something to avoid all of my fears and paranoia