I don't mean this like it sounds
I can't stand up and can't sit down
I'm only half as fast as I was yesterday
The tighter the shirt the better it is
A carrot and stick type of thing
I have already got my hands in the pig farm
Cut the kid some slack
Cut the kid some cake
There was nothing to feel, nothing to hold
Nasty habits rule this place
And of course the walk of shame
It's something that you may or may not understand.
All out at once clean and compact
Flipping through the stations
I heard some rapper once say there's a message in everything
It's just like liquor stores, mailboxes and pay phones
Whenever you need them they are impossible to find.
