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[Intro] (Eric, E-Eric, look at me) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da) [Verse 1] If it were up to me, I would be a tree Sit under the sun and smoke a blunt full of debris I ain't got a job and I don't got no damn degree But the time I spent is wise and hours split up into threes So I'm hopin' that the work I put into this shit is worth it I ain't got nobody in my tent up in this circus Write another body, make the header have a purpose (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is— (Goofy, do you even use your head?) [Verse 2] If it were up to me, I would probably leave Split the door in two so I can walk through it with easе I ain't got no destination set inside of mе By the time I hit the ground, I'll start to feel it in my knees Stayed inside for twenty years and I can't tell you if it's worth it Everyone acquainted, they just know me on the surface Write another body, make the header have a purpose Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is worthless [Chorus] Searchin' for acceptance in the ones I call my friends I don't really talk, but I sure hope you understand Everybody talkin' shit can catch these fucking hands Catch these fucking hands, yeah, yeah, yeah (You can catch these fucking hands) And lately, it's been harder for me, try to understand I put myself in predicaments that I never had planned I don't go outside, if I do, it's for groceries and fans Any day now I could die, please etch my grave in Comic Sans [Bridge] (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da) [Verse 3] If it were up to me, I'd be shootin' threes This would be a hobby and my shoe game would be sweet I'd be 6'4" drivin' foreigns down the street Maybe playin' for the Bulls against a team that I could beat But I'm really not athletic, so I don't think it'd be worth it I don't stand a chance, so I'ma stay inside, rehearsin' Write another body, make the header have a purpose Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is— (Dumb, it's just fuckin' dumb) [Verse 4] If it were up to me, I'd be more discreet Wander in the dark until there's blisters on my feet Tear off all my skin under the middle of the street lights And crawl into a hobbit hole in midst of my defeat Guess the corners of my eyes could probably tell you that it's worth it It's head verses heart and my thoughts tend to make me nervous Write another body, make the header have a purpose Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is worthless [Chorus] Searchin' for acceptance in the ones I call my friends I don't really talk, but I sure hope you understand Everybody talkin' shit can catch these fucking hands Catch these fucking hands, yeah, yeah, yeah (You can catch these fucking hands) And lately, it's been harder for me, try to understand I put myself in predicaments that I never had planned I don't go outside, if I do, it's for groceries and fans Any day now I could die, please etch my grave in Comic Sans [Outro] (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da) (La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)