Exactly Where I'm At

Let's begin, with the past in front And all the things that you really don't care about now You'd be exactly where I'm at And to think, you've got a grip Well, look at yourself Your lips are like two flaps of fat They go front and back and flappity flappity flap I'm all staged It's all an act I'm really scared that I may fall back on the abstract You'd be exactly where I'm at If you're to be The roaming eye Well, pry it open and let me tell you why it sees The harsh realities So let's begin, with the past in front And all the things that you really don't care about now You'd be exactly where I'm at