[Intro: Daria Morgendorffer, Jake Morgendorffer, amaii, [?]]
Peter, hold your breath; don't make a sound
Don't worry, I don't have low self esteem, it's a mistake (ok)
Just keep running, and keep running, and keep running
I'll say!
In our heads, we're ten feet off the ground
Alright, I just had some, alright
Just keep running, and keep running
I have low esteem for everyone else
[Verse 1: amaii]
Pull a mulligan
Curbstomping republicans
Posted in the closet like I'm James P. Sullivan
I got your hoe again
Posted in my home again
That last line was directed at Matt Walsh's wife
I put a hit out on your life
I got a seltzer on my nightstand
Allergy pills, wash 'em down with some iced tea
I don't do my taxеs, I'm too busy playing Mario Kart Wii
I got myself a bag of ruffles
It's cheddar and sour crеam flavored
Bitch I should be going for a run today
But I'm lazy so I'll save that shit for later
Uh, yeah
Hit the brakes
Yeah I'm hopping in the VC and I'm
Rolling into class and I'm 30 minutes late
I'm feeling great
Spend a year and a couple more months on this tape
Fuck a vampire and hit him in the chest with a stake
I'm fucking crying
These bitches wylin'
I keep losing track of all the DoorDash that I be buying
I got an NFT with rabies, that boy bouta get violent
If money talks, then you know my ass is 'bouta be-
[Interlude: Daria Morgendorffer, Jake Morgendorffer, [?]]
I just hold my breath, don't make a sound
How's the old self esteem coming kiddo?
I'm running, I keep running, I keep running
My self esteem teacher says that being addressed all my life
With childish epithets like "kiddo" is probably
Cause I can't see you quite as clearly now
A key source of my problems
Really?
I'm running, I keep running, I keep running
No
[Verse 2: Sluds]
Your nickname is bike, but I call your ass bichael
I run over your head with my pink motorcycle
Shoot you in your head, no chance of survival
Yeah my money stacking in a tower like it's eiffel
I play jenga with hundreds of thousands of dollars
Your bitch will go crazy in my- crazy in my bed she is bonkers
Colonize the moon every crater I will conquer
I kick your head into the wall like it's soccer
Yeah bitch, I will take your damn heart out with tweezers
I might catch you lacking while you're listening to Weezer
Play my music for your grandma and she has a seizure
To this day I'd still fuck like 3 of my teachers
Shooting lazers yeah we turn you to fried human
I been making billions of dollars, feel like Mark Cuban
I am way better than you, it has been proven
I spit all over your food it has been ruined
If you run up on me, I will kill you brutally
I been buying new cars and bright jewelry
I been writing smarter lines and you just write stupidly
My bank account is larger than yours, say it truthfully
[Interlude 2: Olivier Castro-Staal, Angry Video Game Nerd, Russell Corwin]
It's the same with most of these drawings
We despise ourselves so much that we consider our own point of view as trivial
But that’s bullshit!
That’s your father talking
Or whatever bad teachers you had before me
You with the red hair, who’d you write?
Hey, wanna listen to some tunes?
Yeah, but artists get influenced by art
That’s part of the process
Look from the inside eye
That’s all bullshit
[Outro: amaii]
Yeah
I'm two hours behind
I got a lot on my mind (keep running, and keep running, and keep running)
You can send me a message
If you feel so inclined (keep running, and keep running, and keep running)
I got
Four classes I can't pay attention in
A week behind I was trying to transfer to another school (keep running, and keep running, and keep running)
I'm shifting my plans around the work that I can't do
Sometimes I lack the motivation to go and get some food (keep running, and keep running, and keep running)
Sooner or later people get bored with offering sympathy
First couple times a few will respond but after a while why bother (keep running, and keep running, and keep running)
I know I wouldn't bother
(Keep running and keep-)
