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