Chorus:

At my wits end

Got no pot to piss in

Use me like a toy

Send me to the land of misfits

I might go missing

The bias is implicit

Not the first choice

That’s the bane of my existence

Not too convincing

Callbacks intermittent

Don’t make much noise

Hope they like that I’m persistent

Scared of commitment

Grab my leg and twist it

Getting annoyed

Well at least they stay consistent

Verse 1:

Need to toughen up instead of wallowing in pity

Applied so many places I might have to run for city

Counsel, but I ain’t really into politicking

Leave it to the Feds, now get back to fucking boot licking

Feeling unwanted like Will in the fresh prince

Evade the crime scene, they ain’t finding fresh prints

Could do without the stress, money got me on the fence

Peeped the last check hit, been missing it ever since

I’m almost twenty five and I don’t even got tats yet

Trying to get a job feels like picking out a casket

I love to work, put me in the game coach!

Keep falling short like the ash of a roach

I love this music shit, but it ain't a viable option

Flow is so electric, you best proceed with caution

Underutilized and underestimated

The tools you use to judge me are probably outdated

Chorus:

At my wits end

Got no pot to piss in

Use me like a toy

Send me to the land of misfits

I might go missing

The bias is implicit

Not the first choice

That’s the bane of my existence

Not too convincing

Callbacks intermittent

Don’t make much noise

Hope they like that I’m persistent

Scared of commitment

Grab my leg and twist it

Getting annoyed

Well at least they stay consistent

Verse 2:

Interview after interview

Only thing I’ve learned is I’m not worth shit to you

Maybe its pride but I know I could do it better

Hired the dude that plagiarized his cover letter

Ask the same questions, are you serious?

Waste my time, go with someone more experienced

Why not me? I’m just curious

Hear their answer, smile, leave the room furious

Fuck the formalities, searching for commonalities

Ain't your first choice but take it on a Technicality

My punctuality, part of my personality

Judge my ass with your broken compass of morality

“Diesel, what if there's a reason that they passed?”

First impressions, they been kicking my ass

They looking straight through me, they can’t tell I’m on a path

I’m a winning lotto ticket, just waiting for you to cash

Chorus:

At my wits end

Got no pot to piss in

Use me like a toy

Send me to the land of misfits

I might go missing

The bias is implicit

Not the first choice

That’s the bane of my existence

Not too convincing

Callbacks intermittent

Don’t make much noise

Hope they like that I’m persistent

Scared of commitment

Grab my leg and twist it

Getting annoyed

Well at least they stay consistent