[Verse: pizza boy.]
My friends playin' vidya, I can't be bothered, I'm surly
Computer freezing for some reason like me in front of a girl
"He moves like a creep, therefore, he must be one."
I can see thought bubbles, but the catch is only mean ones... and the basic ones
I guess I get stunned by your rudiments
I couldn't care less how your booty fits
But let's be fair; I dun' rolled around in my share of grime
Cut a girl's hair in 4th grade, tryina' build a shrine
Criminy! Didn't know better, I blame Pataki
I wonder if she would approve of Instagram hacking
I'm lacking in content; I should get out more
Or maybe I should get you to come inside and doubt more
But these aren't shoes, I don't think you can walk in these
Bare feet causing the crunch of autumn leaves
I don't care who's season it is, even if it's mine
We're all dying; I just want to fly before my time
Yet, I'm sitting in this CVS lot like "Should I run up in the pharmacy, pop the top on every bottle, swallow, then try not to puke up in the condom aisle while half-heartedly whining about how I never got to use 'em?"
My parents should read my therapist's notebook
But they would find notes of me cussin', so I hope they don't look
I'm so afraid to be a Grown Ass Man
I don't respect the phrase Grown Ass Man
Who the f** are you?
Who the f** am I?
I'm the type to set fire to your house, then run inside to save you
I haven't made sense since grade 2
They shouldn't have made me skip 1, my dick's numb
I've been f**ing this Nerf football for an hour
FYI, I don't think about you in the shower
I'm sick of being typecast, I'm also insane
I want a different result from spying on your page
[Hook: pizza boy.]
I'm sorry... I disturbed... your life...
Return to your nothing
(x4)
Now
[Outro: ComPL3xX]
I'm sorry, ohhh...
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