| I’ve never done my taxes
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| I can’t even cook an egg
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| And I never broke the ceiling
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| But I broke my stupid leg
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| Back when I was just a kiddie
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| I was climbing up the slide
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| Cause the simplest equations
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| Leave me deeply mystified
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| Zero wheels in my wheelhouse
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| Hop in my chryster
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| It’s as big as a whale
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| And it’s thar she fuckin' blowin'
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| Blazin' insular trails
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| With a capacity for knowledge
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| Only geared toward petty crime
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| If you’ve never gotten started
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| You can stop on a dime
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| I got
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| Zero wheels in my wheelhouse baby
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| Just tire irons and cinderblocks
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| For terms of my improvement
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| Open up to section 8
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| Cause I require more assistance
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| Than you might anticipate
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| I learned early to accept
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| The things I can control
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| And now I never lift a finger
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| But to dig myself a Hole and count
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| Zero wheels in my whellhouse baby
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| Just tire irons and cinderblocks
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| I’m doin' donuts in a driveway
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| Dreamscape, one square foot landlocked
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| Making noise, and breaking all my toys
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| And throwin a goddamn fit
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| Is all I’ve ever known
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| The pencil marks the none I’ve grown
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| A La-Z-boy my throne
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| I am complete
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| Disappointing whole
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| Zero wheels |