While Mortals Sleep (Page 93 Line 18)

This is bullshit I'm far too high for this I don't feel right with it Leaving you a song too soon But my stomach twists When your beat kicks in And I'm not quite sure if I'm high enough to dance I hope it cheers you up Spitting on his merits I'm a little blue myself My development's arrested My social skills are lacking So is my sense of humor Bangs like Mia Wallace Prank caller, prank caller Let's wait a second Until I'm through explaining Let's go out back for a cigarette So I can hear what your eyes are saying And I hope it cheers you up Spitting on his merits I'm a little blue myself My development's arrested My social skills are lacking So is my sense of humor If you go into nursing I will grow a tumor I will smoke all of your cigarettes Menthols, 99's, and ultra lights I'll overdose on baseball On booze On anything, but you