I've got style.
I work harder than anyone
And I can do it while I'm having fun.
Yeah I'm a get, I'm a get, I'm a get, get better
I want to be, I wan't to be somebody
I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna be somebody.

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 fucking 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.

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 fucking old.
Don't make this awkward.

(The belief is a burden and a crop
Now the dream is only a memory)
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 that incubate and ever was.
Simmer fifteen rips before I croak and die.
I flipped that maggot out

I sniffed that dragon's brew.
I say I'm feelin when everyone is on my side.
We think we're relevant.
Hey, we think we're being admired
Now and then, I get a little bit full
Of myself and start dreaming, I can't help it
It's slipping into this.
All of you, all the heads inside the hole of cause.
We're getting intimate.
It's a flu, in a vein.
How do we disconnect from the arm?

Am I a fool not to run?
Your 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.
Don't make this awkward.
Lay back in the fold.
Can't make it alone.
You're too fucking old.
Don't make this awkward
(The belief is a burden and a crop.
Now the dream is only a memory.)