Testi

Still can't set my mind to rest Oh sitting here, Waiting for that bomb to drop Oh God, how pathetic of me to run through my agenda Right before an unaccaptable amount of voltage 'll roar through my body Oh yes it'll roar This ain't my! This ain't my grave! Getting my straight A's before the bomb drops Making a career before the bomb drops on all of us Let's put it in perspective right before, right now, before the bomb'll drop! Oh money won't kill me; no I figured it out! No, it was thinking that it could save me Come poor, now please take all of me, Or my heart will faint as poor Execution by electrocution comes to me strapped into this chair Still glad i have my G-Star Suit and carry my straight A's in my left small pocket Oh money won't kill me; no I figured it out! No, it was thinking that it could save me One, two, three, now set it to be a red alarm right under your skin Come poor, now please take all of me, Or my heart will faint as poor Oh judge, now please take all of me, 'cause it's worth straight nothing now Oh s***, work on my career, right before- Oh God, how pathetic of me to run through my agenda right before the bomb'll drop
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