Board up your windows
I set the tempo with my bass and my dog whistle
I let it echo
Like nails on a chalkboard to you
And I hate to say this
But I'm bound by expectations
The underdog inside my head
Is eating all the homework that I have left
I'm nothing, ever reaching, and quoted by none
I am the sound of something stupid that won't matter much
We're making progress, but progress, is fueled by pills
We're feeding options but options don't eat much when options are slim
I can't escape this
I'm bound by expectations
The underdog inside my head
Is eating all the homework that I have left