Leaving the office park running out of weed
I'm in the Jay-Z lane with a dummy in the front seat
Thinking "what does it all mean?"
I'm just dissipating free energy
I'm a model carbon based life form
I'm doing my job just fine
Schrodinger's rat
That's me crawling in your HVAC
In pitch black, half alive
Said I
Live 55 lives in a minute
Docs everywhere are livid
I ain't even kidding
I do it all whistling and skipping
Ain't even approaching the limit
Defy all physics
My timeline's just different
I taketh and I giveth
Oh god he's going for the jukebox at the Sil
It sure is a nice place to visit, innit?
F*ck running with the bulls
I'll feed a matador to the wolves and bolt
I'll be at the docks off feeding with the gulls
Pluck a french fry out your hand then molt
Every time I leave the crib
All I hear is Tim
What the f*ck is this?
Halloween's still a little ways off
I don't mind a bit
I could give a shit
Tell 'em all they need to mind their biz
I ain't going to get my shinebox
Wrong place at the right time
I've been making progress but it's slight
Least I'm trying
Turn On the Bright Lights with the lights off, crying
I'm never gonna give up, I'm gonna try dying
F*ck running with the bulls
I'm feeding matadors to the wolves by the truckload
I'm at the docks off feeding with the gulls
Pluck a french fry out your hand then molt
Leave the crib, all I hear is Tim
What the f*ck is this?
Halloween's still a little ways off
I don't mind a bit
I could give a shit
Tell em all they need to mind their biz
I ain't going to get my shinebox
Wrong place at the right time
I've been making progress but it's slight
Least I'm trying
Turn On the Bright Lights with the lights off, crying
I'm gonna roll a spliff up
I'm gonna ignite it
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Leaving the office park running out of weed
I'm in the Jay-Z lane with a dummy in the front seat
Thinking "what does it all mean?"
I'm just dissipating free energy
I'm a model carbon based life form
I'm doing my job just fine
Schrodinger's rat
That's me crawling in your HVAC
In pitch black, half alive
Said I
Live 55 lives in a minute
Docs everywhere are livid
I ain't even kidding
I do it all whistling and skipping
Ain't even approaching the limit
Defy all physics
My timeline's just different
I taketh and I giveth
Oh god he's going for the jukebox at the Sil
It sure is a nice place to visit, innit?
F*ck running with the bulls
I'll feed a matador to the wolves and bolt
I'll be at the docks off feeding with the gulls
Pluck a french fry out your hand then molt
Every time I leave the crib
All I hear is Tim
What the f*ck is this?
Halloween's still a little ways off
I don't mind a bit
I could give a shit
Tell 'em all they need to mind their biz
I ain't going to get my shinebox
Wrong place at the right time
I've been making progress but it's slight
Least I'm trying
Turn On the Bright Lights with the lights off, crying
I'm never gonna give up, I'm gonna try dying
F*ck running with the bulls
I'm feeding matadors to the wolves by the truckload
I'm at the docks off feeding with the gulls
Pluck a french fry out your hand then molt
Leave the crib, all I hear is Tim
What the f*ck is this?
Halloween's still a little ways off
I don't mind a bit
I could give a shit
Tell em all they need to mind their biz
I ain't going to get my shinebox
Wrong place at the right time
I've been making progress but it's slight
Least I'm trying
Turn On the Bright Lights with the lights off, crying
I'm gonna roll a spliff up
I'm gonna ignite it
I'm in the Jay-Z lane with a dummy in the front seat
Thinking "what does it all mean?"
I'm just dissipating free energy
I'm a model carbon based life form
I'm doing my job just fine
Schrodinger's rat
That's me crawling in your HVAC
In pitch black, half alive
Said I
Live 55 lives in a minute
Docs everywhere are livid
I ain't even kidding
I do it all whistling and skipping
Ain't even approaching the limit
Defy all physics
My timeline's just different
I taketh and I giveth
Oh god he's going for the jukebox at the Sil
It sure is a nice place to visit, innit?
F*ck running with the bulls
I'll feed a matador to the wolves and bolt
I'll be at the docks off feeding with the gulls
Pluck a french fry out your hand then molt
Every time I leave the crib
All I hear is Tim
What the f*ck is this?
Halloween's still a little ways off
I don't mind a bit
I could give a shit
Tell 'em all they need to mind their biz
I ain't going to get my shinebox
Wrong place at the right time
I've been making progress but it's slight
Least I'm trying
Turn On the Bright Lights with the lights off, crying
I'm never gonna give up, I'm gonna try dying
F*ck running with the bulls
I'm feeding matadors to the wolves by the truckload
I'm at the docks off feeding with the gulls
Pluck a french fry out your hand then molt
Leave the crib, all I hear is Tim
What the f*ck is this?
Halloween's still a little ways off
I don't mind a bit
I could give a shit
Tell em all they need to mind their biz
I ain't going to get my shinebox
Wrong place at the right time
I've been making progress but it's slight
Least I'm trying
Turn On the Bright Lights with the lights off, crying
I'm gonna roll a spliff up
I'm gonna ignite it
Writer: Timothy Stefaniak
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid