Act I (The Wallflower)

[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