My own excuses
Are like music to my ears
You're so amusing
Watching the devil in the mirror
One time for San Diego
Those are the kids in my basement
Where did all my friends go
I guess they had better arrangements
I'd to think that I can sing about my life
But all I do stay home and write rhymes
I'd to think that I can do things right
But all I do is sit around and wonder why
Every thing that I touch goes to shit
I break the hearts of every girl I've ever kissed
I'm growing up but I'd rather stay a kid cuz
Shits way easier with nothing to give