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iii Feel Sorry For Myself.

 

iii Feel Sorry For Myself.

(album: 53,000. - 2013)


Stuck in this life, another one's calling
Life's a game of pool, I hit the 8-ball in
But there's a geyser at the bottom of the corner pocket pushing up
But I rush 'cause maybe pressure just ain't enough
And as I walk past the mirror
Look into my own eyes, I see there's nothing to be scared of
I am a chihuahua that no one need to beware of
I'm equivalent to negative real tough
I'm far too buff, I lifted a million buildings
I killed off a billion villains
And then I woke up
In actuality I'm just about as threatening as a freaking vegan with cow and beef in between his teeth
[?]
Nobody give me a reason
To get the trigger squeezing
(It stopped breathin')
Who am I kidding?
I wouldn't hurt a fly
Who am I kidding?
Ha, I'm scared of flies

I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry
I feel sorry
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry
I feel sorry
I feel sorry for myself

By me, the fresh chamber's never written
I twist my jeans at the bottom so people think it's True Religion
My Ed is Harvey Hardy
I never look good at parties
And for myself I feel sorry
My not-matching sock is waving hi to the sun
Because my shoes are like good golf: I got a hole-in-one
My soles are rung, the government still owes me some
I roll with bums. Yeah, man, it's over, son
I got a little sister, and she's annoying as hell
Older brother annoying as hell, bossy as well
Can't you tell?
They'll beat me up and tell me I can't tell
Busted both of my lips, make sure I can't tell
Frozen veggies to my face to reduce the swell
Hitting me so hard I heard the KO bell
For love and happiness, my soul I would sell

I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry
I feel sorry
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry
I feel sorry
I feel sorry for myself

The words I use to describe my financial status: "Shit happens"
And I know that it shouldn't but it definitely matters
But I still
Stick to these ruins like
Refrigerator magnets, like
Basses and [?], like
Bodies in caskets, why
Did I have to go this route
They say I should have known by now
That life was getting pretty wack
I had to turn it out
So I turned it out
And that's without a doubt
Sitting on top of the pearl shop and look at me know
And out of all my friends I'm the worst dude
Everybody chilling all night, I got a curfew
Maybe you know this
My highest grade in school was probably your lowest
The best day for you was probably my coldest
If you can relate, relate, then go ahead and quote this
Not all the words, just the words, then go ahead and quote this

I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry
I feel sorry
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry for myself
I feel sorry
I feel sorry
I feel sorry for myself

I feel sorry for myself, I do
I feel sorry for myself, it's true
I feel sorry for myself, I do
I feel sorry for myself, it's true

done

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