It’s over bank robber
Your lyrics are there
Left on this parchment right here
You writing tomes seems unfair

Dugging down the basement
Finding another excuse
From this harassment
To parental ostentation
And leaders to ****** road-side cheaters

Nooo the lyrics are permanently damaged
They really can’t be fixed
Due to sub-standard homework ticks
Leading me to lose my patience
Over false appreciation
Of my kitsch

Took me a while to really understand
My childhood and becoming a dude
To get really good
To finally understand why you brood
You know success gets you ahead
Now you’ve left me for the dead

Nooo get set get wet
Get the typewriter checked
After all the things you’ve said
I feel like my lines were only meant for ****

Nooow I’ve finally got something
Too get a groove on
Using a dude
Might sound a bit crude
You better get a move on

Time to learn some honesty
I better get out of my fantasy
That you aren’t my competition
You are my only enemy