"numbers" count up your portion, count up your checkseither you're fam or you're comin' at my neckwhen you gonna freeze with the cool dramatics?i'm not inspired by your foolish practicewhy do you bull//$***? side up your fencei'm just a chicken givin' you the eggsoon, you're gonna see that your platform's wasteddon't speak too soon on your doubts you're makinga big deal out of a little thingwhy should i try to conform to formulated pastswhen clearly all my instincts led to something more magical?am i just a number 'cause it seems like that's your goal?you push us past our limits just to watch decimals growoh, i need a reason why i'm looked at like a jokeuntil i prove you wrong like i've done time and time beforeand i don't like your teachings and your criticisms lackthe potential to pageantry, my solid golden pathto this, i hope my future is a mild, clairvoyantthere's no controlling the imagination i'm ascendingtake me to venus, let me explodei'm ready to pop like a volcanojump over me like you're playing hot lavaemotions on one hundred thousand, who's gonnadrink me like soda? theme, but of courseuse all your words to distract from the sourceaware of the growth, on the paper happensleave me alone in my own concoctionbreakin' all my fingertips to carve out many roadspushin' out the paddles from the boat of what i knowam i just a number 'cause it seems like that's your goal?you push us past our limits just to watch decimals growoh, i need a reason why i'm looked at like a jokeuntil i prove you wrong like i've done time and time beforeand all my intuition says, as expansion comes firstbut watch us buy material and talkin' 'bout in heremy heart space and my cranium must be love to my deardon't push me to the edge until i'm useless and can't feelthey replaced their search for knowledgewith the reach of any material gainsthey lack the tenderness of the sensitiveempathetic but he's cryin' from the painit's too late to grow their frameof mind, it seems like it's already madeno use in arguin' with someone who doesn'twanna prioritize one thing of creationam iam i just a number?am i just a number?am i just a number?am i just a number?am i just a number 'cause it seems like that's your goal?you push us past our limits just to watch our numbers growoh, i need a reason why i'm looked at like a jokeuntil i prove you wrong, which i've done time and time beforeand all my intuition says, as expansion comes firstbut watch us buy material and talkin' 'bout in heremy heart space and my cranium must be love to my deardon't push me to the edge until i'm useless and can't feel Get the answer
Category: art | Author: Torquil Vilhelm