Over It - Imani Coppola

My nerve endings

Need some ending

Doomsday’s impending

I keep pretending

I’m cool, I’m cool, I’m not

I guess I missed the bus

To get to that school

Where they teach you what’s hot

What the Hell?

Gonna go home to my prison cell

Don’t bother ringin' my bell

I’m not typically impressed

Philosophically depressed

I don’t bother gettin' dressed no more

I’m so over it

I’m over it, over it, over it, over it

If you’re tired of hearing me talk about it

Oh well, deal with it

I live in New York City

Someone’s always right where I wanna be

I live in New York City

Someone’s always one step ahead of me

And I’m over it, over it, over it, over it

If you’re tired of hearing me talkin' about it

Oh well, deal with it

You used to be my box of crayons

You used to color me in

I used to wear your rainbows

Like they were goin' out of fashion

I was into it, into it

Thought I could never quit

It was as if someone flipped a switch

And suddenly I was over it

I’m over it, over it, over it, over it

If you’re tired of hearing me talk about it

Oh well, deal with it

I live in New York City

Someone’s always right where I wanna be

I live in New York City

Someone’s always one step ahead of me

And I’m over it, over it, over it, over it

If you’re tired of hearing me talkin' about it

Oh well, deal with it

Somewhere over the Empire State building

I’ll cross over the Brooklyn bridge

'Cause I’m over it

'Cause I’m over it

Over it

Over it

'Cause I’m over it

'Cause I’m over it

I live in New York City

Someone’s always right where I wanna be

I live in New York City

Someone’s always one step ahead of me

And I’m over it, over it, over it, over it

If you’re tired of hearing me talkin' about it

Oh well, deal with it