[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 fuck are you?
Who the fuck 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 fucking 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: Van Buren]
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