I have such disdain for myself
Ainât no way to open this song nicely
I could use a few B vitamins
The most common deficiency in a rainy city
I am so hard on myself
Never in a hundred years
Would I be so hard on anybody else
Donât got a good coat for the rain
Too cloudy to watch the planes
Ainât shit else to do on a Monday
Ainât got no money anyway
Well, thereâs a place I got to be
Quarter till, two-thirty or three
But Iâm gonna sit down in my chair today
Iâm gonna wait, Iâm gonna stay,
Iâm gonna fade, Iâm gonna pray
Iâm so tired of having nothing to say
Oh, acting like I donât exist
Sometimes, yeah, I wanna shout, Yeah
But itâs a quiet room when youâre judging
All the words on the way out, yeah
Fuck it, I canât throw a dart straight
But Iâm good with my hands
And I canât always speak well
But I got a mic and a set of cans
I may not think much of myself
But I donât hurt no one
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
Iâm at the starting line, itâs racing day
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
Iâm so excited, I just canât wait
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
I got so much heart, I been looking for fun
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
Girl, you look so good to me
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
I wonât stop until youâre done
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
Iâm like a bullet in a gun
A bullet in a gun
A bullet in a gun
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