Listen to a story about the boy He was the best at pretty much everything But everywhere he went And every single person That he ever met hated him as if he was a king They did not want to listen to him sing And he could do it well and everything But let the bygones be bygones And what I mean is dead and gone By dead and gone you see I’m that boy in the story let me continue it gets gory Like an episode of Maury But whorey Whorish tendencies All this girls are fleas I flee away from all of you and everything What I mean is I can’t stand to be in my own seat On my own two feet But I gotta though I’m Bouncing all up on the beat But then I just jump just like geronamoe Look out below im goin down yo I don’t know exactly which way to go Wish someone woulda told me bro But instead it’s just my own downfall And I don’t really like that but let’s get back on the ball Back to the story try not to crawl So no matter where I went people judged me wrong Like who would of known that I’d even make up this song To let me elaborate On exactly how I got a date With my demons All Seven of them They tried to separate My soul from flesh at a particular rate But they didn’t anticipate That I could bear the weight And walk away So basically seven jumped me They ran from the cops I got up and tried