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But it looks like they need to call the next of kin
'Cause I'm genuine-ly, running on empty
Today you could say that I lack the intensity
To leave my cocoon anytime real soon
And hit the floor, before, this afternoon.
So I put on some tunes on my box that goes boom
And pump it up loud enough to shake the room.
But my mom's gettin' mad, 'cause I'm scarin' the cat.
She says, "Put on some Sandi Patti!" -
Oh, I'm down with that...
So I throw on Big Will, tell my mom to chill
And watch the birds gettin' jiggy on my windowsill.
So I grab my towel, head for the shower
'Cause I know that I've only got half an hour
Before I gotta leave, got some place to be.
Don't want to be another absentee. Honestly.
Before the steam starts to rise, I crack open my eyes
And see someone I think I recognize.
It's no surprise who I visualize
He's about my size, and a good looking guy.
So I'm checckin' my reflection and I start to grin.
I think, "When was the last time I was at the gym?"
I jump behind the curtain and I start to get wet
As me and the radio sing a duet.
My eyes and the instructions on the shampoo meet:
"Wet hair. Apply. Rinse and repeat."
But I don't understand what it's talkin' about.
Aren't you supposed to put that stuff in your mouth?
I catch a glimpse of the time on my waterproof clock.
My heartbeat stops. I go into shock.
So I run to my room, wet naked and all.
And I'm glad no one was standing out in the hall.
So I'm lookin' everywhere for some clothes to wear.
Does it match? Is it clean? I don't even care.
And though I don't have a single second to spare,
I throw a brush across my teeth and one through my hair.
I pick up my books and I grab my keys
And head out towards my Buick Century.
To hear the car start is a sweet melody.
I back onto the street and pop in a CD.
So I'm rhymin' right along with DCT.
They say "Luv is a Verb" and I totally agree.
I'm flyin' down the road like a bat out of hades
And I feel the car shake as the needle hits eighty.
I fly into the lot, throw my car in a space.
Take off runnin' for class like the police are giving chase.
I slip into my seat and see I'm wearin' no socks.
Grab the rollsheet and sign my name in the box.
I pull out my books and drop my head on the desk
And finally know I'll get some much needed rest.
Jay Dog
Feb 1999
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