One day i'll get tired
We'll be so all inspired
I guess we all forgot how to read
When this all gets old
Don't repeat the same jist you dun been told
Cause the blood don't stop there
He'll say you're better off
Running with scissors in our hands
You'll say I'm better off
Pickin part flowers counting down
Who loves me
Everyday you'll wake up feeling sorta late
Tomorrow don't come today
If you let time get in your way
He'll say try the best that you learned today
And if you didn't learn that's okay
He made you better off
Pickin part flowers killing plants
That ain't me