Good for Me

What a waste of a smoke machine
 Took the taste of the dopamine
 And left me high and dry
 Call the cops, call the cavalry
 Spin the tops that'll dazzle me
 And give me a new supply
 There's a layer below, underneath all the layers that I knew
 So I pay when you go but it only convinces me that you are
 Good for me
 Good for
 Just a little bit of what I need
 To southern appetite that I can't feed
 Isn't it good for me
 Accessorizing before the fact
 Alibis couldn't stay intact
 As guilty as a [?]
 So you dig, so you move some earth
 Tunnel down out of Leavenworth
 Or set the fuse and run
 Blasting deep underground, getting down to the Continental Shelf
 I'll pretend I'm surprised by the lies that I'm telling to myself
 That you're good for me
 Good for me
 Good for
 Under cover of your rifle fire
 I slipped the traces and I tripped the wire
 Isn't that good for me
 And it was [?] I can see
 Your orders kicking up to breathe
 The cloud of dust in blade's army
 Good for me