Ive got style
I work harder than anyone
And I can do it while Im having fun
Yeah, Ima get, Ima get, Ima get-get better
I want to be
I want to be somebody
Im gonna be somebody
Im gonna be somebody
Now, now, slow your roll
Keep your head low
Your life is a joke
Dont make this awkward
Lay back in the fold
Cant make it alone
Youre too fucking old
Dont make this awkward
Now and then
I get a little bit full of myself and start dreaming, I cant help it
But youre 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 Id be without you
Now, now, slow your roll
Keep your head low
Your life is a joke
Dont make this awkward
Lay back in the fold
Cant make it alone
Youre too fucking old
Dont make this awkward
Cry, mine is mine, I clamp my head in the crease
Of a familiar smell, I think the tree is a thief
Im frying everything that incubates and ever was
Simmer 15 rips before I croak and die
I flipped that maggot out, I sniffed that dragons brew
I say Im feeling it 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?
Youre nicotine in my lungs
How can I trust anyone but you?
Now, now, slow your roll
Keep your head low
Your life is a joke
Dont make this awkward
Lay back in the fold
Cant make it alone
Youre too fucking old
Dont make this awkward