I ****** up big time
The clock won't give me the right change in dimes
I'm trying to find
A way out of this life

I'm running out of lines
To write my rhymes
One day I'll make you pay for your crimes

I'm no slave to you or the things that you do
I hate the way that you make it seem fine
But no matter what I do I can't escape you
My clock's running out of dimes
I ****** up big time