I Truly Believe I May Be Getting

I'm Kinda Rather Make People Laugh I Guess Or Cry Or Whatever But Bragging About What I Have For Me Personally Uncharacteristic I Guess.

I Might Talk About Killing People, But That Doesn't Mean I Do It.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

Anything I've Ever Said, I Certainly Was Feeling At The Time.

It's Not A Contest, And I Ain't On No Conquest For No Mate.