Running around my garden in my Adidas tracks
Oxygen embargo, getting back what breath I lack
Myocarditis from the first and second vax
According to reputable source BRING FREEDUM BACK
Coughing up coffin dust, shrek soup in the jacks
Oily hair spiked up using blue dax wax
Sleeves fully down to hide the tire tracks
I’m fucking tired but I do the whole track
What I’m hacking yacking up is black
Price of being bad, paid the price for that
Drinking water from a brand new beaker
Eating pave in brand new sneakers
I feel my body getting less weaker
Probably last about a week or
Two before I’m back
Back bent with lines racked up
Nose stuffed so the rest gets gummed
I’m just delaying the tomb
Everyone hates a threshold loomer
Why bother? Lungs I’ve got two
Didn’t mind burning one brain acting the fool
Lungs blackened from smoking my food
So trim it’s like I lost a limb, exercise method: Saw trap
Feel like I’m dying after a single lap
First flagpole and I’ve collapsed
Running with hyenas
Laughing because I’m less experienced
Getting fit you have to be fearless
Don’t be fooled by my outward appearance, period
I’m skinny like I regularly skip dinner
But I’ve treated my body like a bin
Yeah it’s a temple, a temple to sin
My body a shit nightclub, let anyone in
My body like a numbed leg, full of needles and pins
Need to reach beach bod before Summer
Discovering the loneliness of the long distance runner
Sometimes, I pretend I’m being pursued by gunners
Or a bomb is about to go off and obliterate my mother
But if I nail ten thousand steps, it’ll be defused
This is peak male performance, to the tune of a million views
I’ve got more curves than the Nürburgring
More carbs than the menu in Burger King
Fewer cars and more walking, in the rain singing
The wanna be thin regal in the fat cunt kingdom
Mr Motivator I dinged him, teach me how to be svelte and springy
Reduce the belly and increase the perceived size of your thingy
I’m going up and down stairs like a self aware slinky.
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