I've got style
I work harder than anyone and I can do it while I'm having fun
Yeah I'ma a get, I'm a get, I'm a get get better
I want to be, I want to be somebody
I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna be somebody
Now, 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 [bad word] 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
I'm fryin everything up that incubates and ever was
Simmer fifteen rips before I croak and die
I flipped that maggout out
I sniffed that dragon's brow
I say I'm feeling when everyone is on my side
We think we're relevant
Hey, we think we're being admired
It's slipping into this
All of you, all the heads inside the hole of my cause
We're getting intimate
It's a flu, in a vein
How do we disconnect from the arm?
I a fool not [bad word] 
Your nicotine in my lungs
How can I [bad word] anyone but you?
The belief is a burden and a crop
Now the dream is only a memory