Honestly look at me, got a number for the mind to feed One in the pile the king am I, stacked to the top w/ 555 Honestly I'm a fus, perfect ness oh f**in' look Find the courage to wait it out, any noise made is beautiful Sound, I'm about to get crowned But her eye distracted me down And I'm back where I was I'm the king of the fus Honestly look at me, simple little phone call requiring To be myself and I'm afraid if that got out you might see my face
Honestly I'm a fus, perfect ness I wanna touch Do with you what I want for now, then I wake up and face the violins sound I kiss the moon the moon kisses mine, I kiss the face that turned to the right Before you get on I get sick of myself and that's the point of the rain check: sickest sound Why can't I just get what I want, oh please once, get what I want We try so hard to look like we don't and you become second chance I let go, let go