The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal bodeboop. A sing lap should be completed every time you hear this sound. ding Remember to run in a straight line and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark. Get ready!… Start. ding

BODIES!

My So Called Life ft Cold Hart [prod. hurtleberry]

Lyrics:
Migraine splits my brain,
From the moment I wake,
I taste blood and hate,
Brain dead,
When the blood dam breaks,
All I see is red,
Kill the connections,
To reshuffle my hand,
I’m a different man,
Reconnect synapses,
Won’t suffer my plan ,

Got pressure in my vessels,
Coming through like a torrent,
Blood-Brain burst,
Really sent the fucking whore of it,
Aneurysm bursts,
The fear is something torrid,
Lighting up a spliff,
There’s nothing, nothing for it,
I’m too dizzy,
Just go ahead and pour it,
I’m too busy,
For anything important,
Sight burned out,
By the sun in the morning,
Spew my guts, 
Look sickly in the corner,
  
Migraine splits my brain,
From the moment I wake,
I taste blood and hate,
Brain dead,
When the blood dam breaks,
All I see is red,
Kill the connections,
To reshuffle my hand,
I’m a different man,
Reconnect synapses,
Won’t suffer my plan ,

Get off on a winter morning,
Think I might need escorted,
Can’t think, can’t think
Can’t think, can’t think,
Take me by the smoke shop,
Then by the corner store,
Need to get some caffeine,
Just to make a little more,
Drink it with some Motrin,
Cause I’m just a little sore,
Pack another bowl,
Just need a little more,
My skull feels like the victim of a fucking horse,
I still think I could finally win the fucking war,

Got pressure in my vessels,
Coming through like a torrent,
Blood-Brain burst,
Really sent the fucking whore of it,
Aneurysm bursts,
The fear is something torrid,
Lighting up a spliff,
There’s nothing, nothing for it,
I’m too dizzy,
Just go ahead and pour it,
I’m too busy,
For anything important,
Sight burned out,
By the sun in the morning,
Spew my guts, 
Look sickly in the corner,

BODIES!

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