And I would like
To tell you waht's true
But what's the point
I can't get to you
And I connot get a date
You know me
I'll be; late
I shuffle my feet
To the beat on the city street
And I don't wanna
Lay you a line
I haven't had a motor
In quite some time
Materials are rubbish
And since I've grown
The less I have
The more I own
I shuffle my feet
To the beat on the city street
Don't get in my way
I gotta deadline to meet
Don't ask me for change
I barely eat
Nothing stops me
Once my feet hit the concrete
Shuffle my feet
Shuffly my feet to the beat
On the city street
Boy
Don't get in my way
I gotta deadline to meet
Don't ask me for change
I barely eat
Nothing stops me once my feet
Hit the concrete
