First of all, I'm admitting it
Our downfall is we're all idiots standing tall
Covering up the cracks in our leisure walls
They can't make them better
Someone on the neighborhood block
Is parading while he's packing a glock
And I'm alternating watching him and the sky
Each time someone loses an eye, whoops
There's just no stopping the cretins from hopping
'Cause I need another minute just to culminate my zone
And tonight I'm gonna corrugate my own
And I need another minute just to corrugate my zone
And tonight I'm gonna culminate my own
I'm feeling fine badgering the unemployment line
Running late for work but there's still time
Brother, can you spare me one more dime?
They can't make it better
Heads down, buried under your desk
An emulsion of the crumbling chest of expulsions
Of our valedictorian, I swear I'm getting it done but
Well I don't know how long I've been learning wrong
I've fallen short of the goal line for way too long
All this time I'm walking on broken glass
Caught up and bit me in the ass
I told you once, we're all idiots, let's not front
This bonehead natural selection stunt
Filters the air with gags an grunts
I can't make it better
Someone took a bite of my life and I'm waiting
For the stab of their knife in my backside
Get it over with now 'cause I'm an overloaded image
Of the chorus for the last time
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