CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : It's Not a Prius Thing
It’s not a Prius thing, not a Prius thing (4x)
It’s not a Prius thing
It’s a Physics thing
That’s what I tell myself when I wake up every morning
That’s why I can’t silently fly past the circ*mstances that surround me
That circular dynamics test I’m gonna make up Period 3
Fetching formulas from way back in the hatchback trunk of my brain
Hydraulic lifts are popping up but not one term can explain
The intertwined complexity I face, no AP prophet
Like staring down a ledge and calculating trajectory off it
It’s not a Prius thing, not a Prius thing
Not a Prius thing
Moving from multiple choice to short response is quite a challenge
I’ve faced the rapid-fire fronts and now prepare for damage
My radar sweeps the Scantron torn between two answer choices
I only hope that in my confusion I hear the right voices
The best answer: a dilemma that I can’t avoid contemplating
But something I need to move on from or risk my time deflating
I can’t tell if choice A or choice C is the true answer
But I know that in my efforts indecision spreads like cancer
It’s not a Prius thing, not a Prius thing
Not a Prius thing
When I park myself and find that I can plug-and-chug no more
I hop out, ground myself, and I lock the driver side door
Praying for a grade that matches the magic number
Of fingers in the physics fist that punches me awake from slumber
I’m pouring over part 3s, A to Z, can’t find an answer
Finally begging for some lucidity, some candor
Scribbling away with units and then subst**ution
I finally come to the true numerical solution
I manipulate equations
And demonstrate direct relations
Proving logically I am correct in my a**ociations
When my brain at last unwinds and clicks in like a seat belt buckle
I indelibly trace my pencil with pen and end my struggle
Eyes swiveling in my head, back not used to standing up
I rise from the folding chair in the north gym, trying not to disrupt
The others scribbling quietly away at their own APs
While somewhere in my head I know that 5 is meant for me
It’s not a Prius thing, it’s not
S’not
It’s not a Prius thing
My life force flows back inside me
My ma** times acceleration
And I leave Walt Whitman High School with a new determination
To see the uniform truth in nature set by Newton’s laws
And discover what I am beyond my deeply human flaws
It’s not a Prius thing, it’s a Physics thing
It’s not a Prius thing, it’s a Physics thing
My displacement from the past’s a force
Like that of a spring
Cause it’s not a Prius thing, it’s a Physics thing
It’s not a Prius thing, not a Prius thing
It’s not
A Prius thing
It’s not a Prius thing
Not a Prius thing
It’s not a Prius thing
It’s a Physics thing
That’s what I tell myself when I wake up every morning
That’s why I can’t silently fly past the circ*mstances that surround me
That circular dynamics test I’m gonna make up Period 3
Fetching formulas from way back in the hatchback trunk of my brain
Hydraulic lifts are popping up but not one term can explain
The intertwined complexity I face, no AP prophet
Like staring down a ledge and calculating trajectory off it
It’s not a Prius thing, not a Prius thing
Not a Prius thing
Moving from multiple choice to short response is quite a challenge
I’ve faced the rapid-fire fronts and now prepare for damage
My radar sweeps the Scantron torn between two answer choices
I only hope that in my confusion I hear the right voices
The best answer: a dilemma that I can’t avoid contemplating
But something I need to move on from or risk my time deflating
I can’t tell if choice A or choice C is the true answer
But I know that in my efforts indecision spreads like cancer
It’s not a Prius thing, not a Prius thing
Not a Prius thing
When I park myself and find that I can plug-and-chug no more
I hop out, ground myself, and I lock the driver side door
Praying for a grade that matches the magic number
Of fingers in the physics fist that punches me awake from slumber
I’m pouring over part 3s, A to Z, can’t find an answer
Finally begging for some lucidity, some candor
Scribbling away with units and then subst**ution
I finally come to the true numerical solution
I manipulate equations
And demonstrate direct relations
Proving logically I am correct in my a**ociations
When my brain at last unwinds and clicks in like a seat belt buckle
I indelibly trace my pencil with pen and end my struggle
Eyes swiveling in my head, back not used to standing up
I rise from the folding chair in the north gym, trying not to disrupt
The others scribbling quietly away at their own APs
While somewhere in my head I know that 5 is meant for me
It’s not a Prius thing, it’s not
S’not
It’s not a Prius thing
My life force flows back inside me
My ma** times acceleration
And I leave Walt Whitman High School with a new determination
To see the uniform truth in nature set by Newton’s laws
And discover what I am beyond my deeply human flaws
It’s not a Prius thing, it’s a Physics thing
It’s not a Prius thing, it’s a Physics thing
My displacement from the past’s a force
Like that of a spring
Cause it’s not a Prius thing, it’s a Physics thing
It’s not a Prius thing, not a Prius thing
It’s not
A Prius thing
It’s not a Prius thing
Not a Prius thing
