Peaking out the window
The sound crescendos and
Hollers out the back quarters
There's dollars hidden in closet pockets
I promised everybody I would be honest
But they didn't realize that my fingers behind my back would be crossing
I've been fighting with demons
Longer than Even Stevens
I'm even with levels and
Level out the wrinkles in my t-shirt
I prayed to God 'cause this tea hurts
I need a dentist my teeth hurt
My patience too low to be metered
I'm about to explode
Save my soul, save my soul
I'm about to explode
Save my soul, save my soul
Save my soul, save my soul
I'm about to explode
Save my soul, save my soul