Bring it on

Give me a sec let my phone ring
Everything i say i try not to sing
I just hate aestheticizing
My lord given voice
Just for a chance to be heard
Just for a lousy chance to be heard
I hate sitting around but my friends love it
And i love them more than the world
Or anything ive found that claims to be so profound
The things ive found you know them well
Cause you helped me dig them from the ground
My brain is all cramped up
The figures are out of touch
Yada yada such and such
The fumes are way too much