Success
You don't wish me the best
Just get it off of your chest
Now I'm comin' for your trophy
Case, chase
Come catch me in this space
&don't trip on all of that space
Small, nothin' to be scared of
Sheltered
Locked up in a cage
I swear that I'm cuttin' I have all the time
Chimes, it's time to get a bit older
Now, bleed
I'll cut you with my key
I'm twistin' that thing'a with glee
Gloves - I'm wearin' 'em all of the time now
Well Jesus Christ I said I'm tryin'a catch the wind
Everybody else is bracin' 'gainst their skin
It's like I'm pushin' heavy boulders up against a wall
Good thing it's small
Fuck this
All of this visual shit
I'll jump outta my skin
Then you won't be lookin' so happy
Freak out
Said I wish I suffered from gout
The pity I'd get would check out
&you'd feel just a little bit cooler
Clean wash
You keep all of your points
I swear that I got 'em I hoard 'em I do
Not give into all of that bullshit
You do
ha ha ha you do
ha ha ha ha ha you doooo
Good luck gettin' anywhere nearer
Well Jesus Christ I said I'm tryin'a catch the wind
Everybody else is bracin' 'gainst their skin
It's like I'm pushin' heavy boulders up against a wall
Good thing it's small
Well Jesus Christ I said I'm tryin'a catch the wind
Everybody else is bracin' 'gainst their skin
It's like I'm pushin' heavy boulders up against you all
Good thing it's small yeah
Jeff Bujak should be a trademark name in due time; consider the careful vision of a producer translated into a classically trained pianist...performing with mostly all live instruments. Revolutionary. Basic Printer