Actin' Afool Lyrics

You've been actin afool, but to me its cool

It gives me some time to breathe

Chip on your shoulder, crisp on my chin

And I got some baking soda

Have we found the equation, break the simulation

Or have we just reloaded

With nothing to (prove?) how am I supposed to get you to get a clue

20 minutes to kill, we're falling ill

Will I ever fit the bill? I haven't time to write a will

It's a mighty fine day I say, to disable the instant replay

That keeps reality at bay for me when I wake and sleep and breathe

I haven't a dime to win your time

But I've got a lot of the latter rhyme

I haven't a notion of all this commotion

It can't seem to seize my mind

I wish I could tell you you're one of a kind

But you're really much too benign

Like a tumor to get scraped off

I really wish I had this day off

Didn't wanna break it to you yesterday

Maybe woulda gave it till the 31st of February

20 minutes to kill, we're falling ill

Will I ever fit the bill? I haven't time to write a will

I was riding home, when the lightning struck

The crack of thunder spooked every woodchuck

I shuddered now I couldn't see a thing

I shouldn't have cut off that Sebring

Monsters of all shapes and sizes take control

I knew I couldn't ever replace what you stole

Could be the end or maybe a new start for hell

To bubble and boil over like a (Bahamian) conch shell

20 minutes to kill, we're falling ill