I'll keep dropping bombs as long as it's an option
Just give me the number to somebody who's got them
Meanwhile I go with lyrics or wait, is that a metaphor?
Is this four letters more than the syllables in the pr?
Envious two lines! It grieves me now to find the structure,
Was all wrong but what the fuck sir,
What does it matter what does any of this matter
There's a storm inside my mind and I'm bending out the batter and guess what?
I won't stop! I won't stop until I drop! Or perspire.
Or till my fingers feel tired.
And I feel my pinky cramping man I knew that this would happen so guess what?
I think I'll stop.