Life without losing a cent
Life without losing anything
Is not the life I could live
Without losing my mind
I wont take curry for any kid to see at lunch
Then I'll be fine
Assimilation is the way I found
Chameleonic is how I sound
It's time to lose it: I found my own voice now
You've got to meet the body
You've got to meet the body
I hope I write this song before too late
Cuz there's a note that I want us to take
I'll hold my mouth open for you to shout opinions
Rest your head upon my chest and then I'll feel safe
Tell me why
Tell me why I've got to
Make up a past time
Give my worth a place
So one day I'll understand
When you say "hometown" it's
This brown and bearded face
For pigs to mistake
I've got a number
Who's gonna take it
I've gotta fly soon
I've got a suitcase
For me to board the plane
I must unfurl the borders in me
I've got a monster
I've got a secret
I'm pretty sure I'll have to leave
If I'm not smiling
I stole the right voice
I've got a stage name
He's going to remind me
He's going to remind me
He's compromised me
We're compromised
My dad begs me to shave
So pigs won't mistake
I've got a number
Do you wanna see it
I've gotta fly soon
I'll drop my suitcase
For us to overcome
We've gotta seize the means of coping
I've got a monster
I've got a secret
I'm pretty sure I'll have to leave
If I don't work for free
I stole the right voice