Testing, who I am, wasting what I planned
They corporate my ideas, to fellate all my peers
My reasons are 1
My keepsakes are none
Class 1.
We've loved the, the time we've done
Class 1.
We've lived a life that's gone
Listless, every one. A fist with, skin undone
Its tragic I'd even hurt, worse that my tears jerked
Reasons:1
Keepsakes:0
Class 1.
Don't talk of good memories, don't mention me weakly
I'm sorry you're helpless and im sorry that it's selfish
Class 1.
Local boy, made it good, made a patch of ground and stood
They corperated his ideas, to fellate all of his peers
HIS reasons we're f*ckin one, HIS keepsakes we're f*ckin none
His reasons we're f*ckin one
And they're cheapskates…