Still can't set my mind to rest
Oh sitting here
Waiting for that bomb to drop
Oh God, how pathetic of me to run through my agenda
Right before an unaccaptable amount of voltage 'll roar through my body
Oh yes it'll roar
This ain't my!
This ain't my grave!
Getting my straight a's before the bomb drops
Making a career before the bomb drops on all of us
Let's put it in perspective right before, right now, before the bomb'll drop!
Oh money won't kill me; no I figured it out!
No, it was thinking that it could save me
Come poor, now please take all of me
Or my heart will faint as poor
Execution by electrocution comes to me strapped into this chair
Still glad I have my g-star suit and carry my straight a's in my left small pocket
Oh money won't kill me; no I figured it out!
No, it was thinking that it could save me
One, two, three, now set it to be a red alarm right under your skin
Come poor, now please take all of me
Or my heart will faint as poor
Oh judge, now please take all of me, 'cause it's worth straight nothing now
Oh s***, work on my career, right before
Oh God, how pathetic of me to run through my agenda right before the bomb'll drop
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