| Ever since my chariot broke | |
| I have to cut my arm for cane. | |
| Take a mighty swing | |
| and hit his tongue. | |
| whatever, all well be forsaken. | |
| And this is never about | |
| the man we want to hang. | |
| You tryin to miss me | |
| But I always kiss your feet. | |
| Simmer down. And | |
| please dont **** it up. | |
| thats why I hate time. | |
| the time what you said me before. | |
| So many words set off for the blank. | |
| You should be, too. | |
| thats it. | |
| To go or not to go. | |
| too short to go | |
| nowadays, we know | |
| So | |
| Even though my chariot is stuck | |
| I can honk and drink alone. | |
| You been holding your breath | |
| and sank like a stone. | |
| so this is never about | |
| the girl we want to hug. | |
| You tryin to kiss me. | |
| and I can not dismiss you. | |
| Simmer down. And | |
| please dont **** it up. | |
| thats why I love time | |
| the time what you said me before. | |
| call a gypsy cab. | |
| I just ruined my blue jeans. | |
| thats all Ive got. | |
| thats it. | |
| To go or not to go. | |
| too short to go. |