| Hi Life |
| This was written on February 11, 2004 during my creative bug. It's broken up in 4s so that's it's easier to read but it wasn't written that way. |
| Hi life, to see me you�re going to have to look down Don�t blame me; you�re the one that knocked me to the ground Yeah you got me again, you punked me bad Getting all this pleasure seeing me be sad I know you laugh at my follies, it gives you a chuckle You keep hitting me with your belt, actually the buckle You�re a dick man, always pickin on me Just cuz it gets you off, it�s what you like to see I�m bloodied and beaten, like a white heavyweight fighter You dangle me a carrot, and then away you take her When I say her I mean all the girls I�ve met You think with all this experience I�d be pimpin like an old school vet But that�s not how it is; fifth graders get more than I do And their balls aren�t� even old enough to get blue I�ve been told to have patience, to just chill and wait That soon enough I�ll go on my first date For six years I�ve been hearing that load of shit You won�t let it happen, that�s all there is to it You watch me bend, hoping that I might break And drive my car to the bottom of a lake But I�ll be damned if you get what you want I�ll survive and surprise you like an eleventh inning bunt You�ll be looking at my left and I�ll knock you with my right You�ll be down and out, just say goodnight So I�ll keep doing my time in the friend zone Maybe eventually someone will throw this dog a bone Look a sign of rebellion, my middle finger is in the air And I�m waving it around cuz I just don�t care So goodbye for now, I have to try and get up You better watch yourself and start wearin a cup You probably have no clue what this is all about It�s about me wanting to be happy, so fuck you, I�m out |