Taco Bell was the only thing I ate today
thought it was going to be a good day but it turned out not so great,
I've already got a lot of **** on my plate and now I got big fat weight
to stomach
and I'm just a skinny dude, my plates heavy enough, **** it
I can barely eat half a meal when I try
I'm at my limits, and I don't know if you can see it in my eye
but I'm pretty close and it's just a feeling like
I'll never be the same again
I'll never be on top, I'll never be a president or anything important
I just feel like a ******* and figured I'd record it

in this empty house, just my ****
and I'm kinda gunna miss it, but it's business
to get my own mission
I find myself wishing
that I was more than a white kid at a sandwich shop
with no schemes, or ideas, or dreams
no revolutions on how to get my ****
on the right track
Feel's like I'm falling right back
to the same conundrum, my old problems man I thought I stumped 'ummmm,
thought moving out would solve 'em but it didn't really
it even brought new problems like bills and money
and I don't know if I can get it done cause
I'm a dumby....