Songtext von 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