Ever get the feeling no one's got your back
Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact
Somehow you're going on an opposite track
As we recover from another social heart attack

You think you see between the lines
But you can't see through dollar signs
So sick and tasteless now
Immature and faceless how
Can i even sleep at night, you ask

You say you're a pacifist
Instead you wave your fist
0 And all the while it becomes the end again
Make up your mind cause i can't decide
You think uniquelism makes you dignified
You can't see with half opened eyes
You think you're standing up
Instead you're falling far behind

What i do is what i choose,
Which makes it my decision
If your life was a book,
Your story would be fiction

Rap Portion:
Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion
Its number 32 now heres the situation
If the beat moves your feet then dont change the station
Pack your bags cause were leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, Im a disaster
A microphone master
Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster
Its not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
Im hot chocolate and you see me running late
Cause Im always making time to make your girlie feel great
And Im Bizzy Dee from way down town
Im known to rock a mic like a king was a crown
When Im on top Im gonna borrow that bootie
Hustling deals like Mickey Macootey
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shaking

(rock! it's what we're all about...)

Ya see me in 3D Im come in outta direct
With a dialect most men in science cant dissect
Dormant sense of worry, and then a sense of loss
And I fiend to blow off steam to get my cream
Sum 41 get wow I get frantic
And every time we spit it the world panics
I think I lost my mind
When Im aiming for the coup
Sum 41, just aint about the loop
Ring a ling ling ding dong tic toc
Shit's all about rap, and we're all about rock