shut up, you make me wanna throw up
make me wanna blow up, why'd you ever show up?
don't you ever show up?
you make me wanna throw up, make me wanna blow up
why'd you ever show up?
don't you ever need to be somewhere else?
this place is fucking hell
is my life for sale?
drop one cent in a well and make a wish
here, with all things i hold dear, everything was great till you came near
all of what i am, yet im nothing to fear, i belong in the font but im stuck in the rear
everyday, nothing ever goes my way; always losing this game, but still, i play
so why you gotta put your gold in my face?
which is why i really wanna fuckin leave this place
throwin one cent everyday and makin a wish, everyday that i play, all i get a miss
now all of a sudden im running out of money and i can see you looking back
thinkin that it's funny that i have empty pockets; money gone as fast as rockets
better shut your mouth or ill take your eyes out there sockets
why did you ever have to show up, everytime i see your face i wanna throw up
im positioned on a mission to beat the opposition
get to first place and erase the competition
make yourself a wish