Talking to myself again
About how I'll never win
I look into the mirror
And that's how my day begins
I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind
Well I don't shower
I'm a slob
I've gone years without a job
And I can't seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob
Because the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind
Late at night I justify the way that I am
I try to pray but it's too late
Because she don't give a damn
If I could change just one small thing about my face
I'd simply just erase
Because I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
I do some fucked up shit
I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
Because I'm a fucked up twit
About how I'll never win
I look into the mirror
And that's how my day begins
I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind
Well I don't shower
I'm a slob
I've gone years without a job
And I can't seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob
Because the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind
Late at night I justify the way that I am
I try to pray but it's too late
Because she don't give a damn
If I could change just one small thing about my face
I'd simply just erase
Because I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
I do some fucked up shit
I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
Because I'm a fucked up twit
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