[Intro]
[Yure wa tomogachiga mitsugarana yorunishi bonsaishimasen]
[Osheul namjiddae]

[Verse 1]
Yeah
All my days are dead and I can barely see my own reflection
Finally met a chick who's sick as fuck I'll keep my distance
All my days are said to be made a part of better me
Although I know that I am sick as fuck I keep on missing
And I’ll shout it from a mountaintop
I’ll never be ashamed to ride
This wave until my fountain falls
I’m strange as Doctor Strange
Can you hear it babe? My couch is calling
Stay and talk awake
Pour a glass of wine
Dining with my brain and pop some game
I'd love to paint shit
Love to take you dancing in the moonlight
Homie face it
Everyone knows that I’m dope as shit
And you can taste it
Baby I’ll show you what open is
Don’t resist this, Lovely
My heart is a broken fence
[Chorus]
Isn’t what you think I was some sort of singer
With the six pack abs and a bunch of money saved up
Well you got me wrong I’m a wavy motherfucker
And my balls hang low to the flo’ (My balls)
Hey, come on –what's up?
Is she – wit’ us?
She gon’ – fuck up
Work up, lock up
Come on – what's up?
Come on – what's up?
Come on – what's up?
Yeah, welcome to my circus

[Verse 2]
All my days are black and white
I barely see the difference in 'em
Pitch of opus spinnin’
Different records til my bin is spinnin’
Walls are splattered, paint is drippin’ awful but I’m quite the catch
Bite my ass, but life is but a film stuck in the intermission
Shit example, been a handful, Momma hates my ways
I’m a cynic dancer, been advanced and no one hates my face
I hope you twist an ankle, dip your bank roll, I’m just in a phase
Of being paused, oh my god! And that’s all I have to say
You stupid bitch I hope you have stupid kids
Well I’ll be stupid rich, fuck what cupid says
Love is for the [?] and the stupid kids
I am super duper stupid
I could have been the greatest
But I’m starin’ at these splattered walls
Because I fell for you instead
[Chorus]
Isn’t what you think I was some sort of singer
With the six pack abs and a bunch of money saved up
Well you got me wrong I’m a wavy motherfucker
And my balls hang low to the flo’ (My balls)
Hey, come on –what's up?
Is she – wit’ us?
She gon’ – fuck up
Work up, lock up
Come on – what's up?
Come on – what's up?
Come on – what's up?
Yeah, welcome to my circus

[Outro]
You sounded so cool!
Haha