I've got style
I work harder than anyone
And I can do it while I'm having fun
Yeah Im a get, Im a get, Im a get get better
I want to be
I want to be somebody
Im gonna be somebody, I'm gonna be somebody.
Now, now, slow your roll
Keep your head low
Your life is a joke
Don't make this awkward.
Lay back in the fold
Can't make it alone
You're too f***g old
Don't make this awkward.
Now and then, I get a little bit full of myself
And start dreaming, I can't help it
But you're a friend
You keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds
Show me how to doubt myself.
And who knows where I'd be without you.
Cry, mine is mine,
I clamp my head in the crease
Of a familiar smell, I think the tree is a thief
Im fryin everything that incubates and ever was
Simmer fifteen rips, before I croak and die.
I flipped that maggot out
I sniffed that dragons brow
I say Im feelin when everyone is on my side
We think were relevant hey, we think were being admired.
Its slipping into this
All of you, all the heads, inside the hole of cause.
Were getting intimate
Its a flu, in a vein
How do we disconnect from the arm.
Am I a fool not to run?
Your nicotine in my lungs
How can I trust anyone but you?.
The belief is a burden and a crop
Now the dream is only a memory