[verse 1]
Yeah, i feel the walls caving in
Principal is on my case, the teachers losing his grin
How did anybody ever make it through to the end?
7 books, a thousand reasons, i can't try to pretend. (no)
Gotta sweep, gotta sweep, gotta sweep
Got me weak, got me weak, got me weak
Been in school every week, every week
But i never saw an answer quite as bleak, take a seat
[pre-chorus]
I'll be the victim, on to me, he's on to me. (yeah)
Now math's the symptom modestly, they follow me. (yeah)
They came and swept me at the right time, think i might die. (whoa)
I feel imprisoned, is it my mind? where do i climb? (no)
[chorus]
Jump when it's playtime, jump, baldi's lookin' really mad
Gave it everything i had, still failed
Up, think my time is all up, in detention feeling bad
Couldn't study, got no bag, i failed
[post-chorus 1]
I'll be the victim, on to me, he's on to me. (yeah)
Now math's the symptom modestly, they follow me. (yeah)
They came and swept me at the right time, think i might die. (whoa)
I feel imprisoned, is it my mind? where do i climb? (no)
[verse 2]
Not a puppet, but the arts roam
Getting blocked, it's a bully, where's my ride home?
In detention, never fully took the right tone
When it comes to passing class, neither side shown
[pre-chorus]
I'll be the victim, on to me, he's on to me. (yeah)
Now math's the symptom modestly, they follow me. (yeah)
They came and swept me at the right time, think i might die. (whoa)
I feel imprisoned, is it my mind? where do i climb? (no)
[chorus]
Jump when it's playtime, jump, baldi's lookin' really mad
Gave it everything i had, still failed
Up, think my time is all up, in detention feeling bad
Couldn't study, got no bag, i failed
[outro]
I'll be the victim, on to me, he's on to me, yeah. (they came and swept me at the right time, think i might die, whoa.)
Now math's the symptom modestly, they follow me, yeah. (i feel imprisoned, is it my mind? where do i climb? no.)
I'll be the victim, on to me, he's on to me, yeah. (jump when it's playtime, jump, baldi's lookin' really mad. gave it everything i had, still failed.)
Now math's the symptom modestly, they follow me, yeah. (up, think my time is all up, in detention feeling bad. couldn't study, got no bag, i failed.)