Belt Blues

My pace is dictated by my lower lumbars And whether their "out" Skip an epson salt bath of my own accord Then I start to pout If I pick it up a little it'll be too much Got enough to chew Save my back lift with my legs But my knees hurt too How fast can you go, like the little blue hedgehog? How fast can you go, like your favorite punk song? How fast can you go, like you're sweet JP? How fast can you go? Just turn away from me I heard speed is just a number And that math is fake I bide my time on the moving belt My brain is always on break Sizzle a little bit of my thumb away I got bones to burn Prove myself a little more worthwhile Than a plastic fern How fast can you go, get your shoe soles smoking? How fast can you go, are you buzzed like Bode? How fast can you go, pompadour to infinity? How fast can you go? Just turn away from me