You point at my face, not at my heart
Desires for the win will disconnect you from the start
Of the game
It's a shame to see the goodwill slain for the gain of a name or a little pocket change
Silent are thoughts of the child in us all
Almost died for the cause now on life support
The natives call To get nothing but echoes
Cities glow While the landfill mountain grows
The apocalypse will be televised
To blind eyes
Don't be surprised by the size of the tide you've seen the signs
Wind away let the brain fade its okay
I hack through the bushes roots to see the truth one day
But I'm the same I think
Ignorance drains down the sink of the shaman
To become the tap water we drink, amen
A toast to the salesmen
I'm a coward with love
See my Innocuous tongue
I drink a bottle of rum
I bust a move like Wing Chun
I use up all of my funds
I'm out the door then I run
I give my praise to the sun
I live the tail as it spun
I ain't grown up either
I go Poke bears with a foam finger
Imma the home hitter
Till I'm old n grey
FloPaque came n ate the whole cake
Word to the mage in the mirror
Saving the day not my liver Soul ache
Fame would take my whole fan base
I sold my gold to see what the hell the toll takes
Taxman is a troll face, the sleight of hand that stole the ace
We all got this thing called ego
We got this little thing
We all got this thing called ego
It holds us tight and it lets us go
We all got this thing called ego
We got this little thing
We all got this thing called ego
It holds us tight and it lets us go
It holds us tight and it lets us go
It holds us tight and it lets us go
It holds us tight and it lets us go
It holds us tight and it lets us go