yeah rc cars fitting bars pack my bags i go to mars major drama leaveing scars lift off to a new place my mistakes I can erase let's just hope the do not chase no more building to deface crash landed its a dream this world makes me wanna scream stop the communist regime I so low on self esteem all these clowns at my school they dye their hair think they cool no distractions thats a rule misbehaving im a fool I got beef with lots of kids they all babies wherein bibs they can easily snap my ribs I'm lying telling fibs told my parents schools all fine count the brusis there are nine all this homework they assign they just want a brain align