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Served me since I was a kid
That diner burned down last year
I think I′m going to miss it

Happens at every party
My past comes back to haunt me
I do not drink Bacardi
Eighth grade was just appalling

These days I'm on edge
I′m shaking in my bed
Because I want to get paid

Degenerative traits I'll pass on to my kids
If they inherit my brain


I walked my dog around the block
She's kind of slow now when she walks
She dug a hole in Christie′s lawn
She′s the best dog I ever got

I rode my bike down to my job
I kind of want to quit my job
On the way I popped a tire
I hope that shit gets me fired

These days I'm on edge
I′m shaking in my bed
Because I want to get paid

Degenerative traits I'll pass on to my kids
If they inherit my brain

If they ever get made
If I ever get laid
Will I ever get paid?
Could somebody please persuade me I′ll be fine?