Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations that I was tryin to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, whatīs that like?
One hundred thousand million
But I hearThatīs what you like
So I was thinkin
So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isnīt waiting
Itīs just passing me by
I just peak in the window
Lookin inside
The butcherīs got a fork in your face
Iīm standing alive
And I was singin
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