Forlorn

[Verse 1]

You're living in a fantasy world, putting gas in a pumpkin

I never suit up or fasten a button

Even when offered to dance or nothing

I'm back in the dungeon lacking the funding to

Paint the town red on bail

My monobrow's just like a monorail

Girl, you're a category 5, a very awesome mind

This is why we got married in Autumn

But I'm hiding behind the cherry blossom

You might as well just bury me in a coffin

You bury me in the cloud cover

With a ledger full of loud colors 'cause I've been outnumbered

They said, "It's your turn to take 'em away."

My masterpiece of paper mache

A loaded gun, the end of the day

You're killing me off in my favorite way

Snapshots of my misery with slow shutter speed

Most niggas, they brush their steed, puff their weed, but not me

Sequestered in Birmingham while you're at Burning Man

Listening to Birdy Nam Nam, acting like a girly man

I'm more like early man

Mixing colors for a cave painting

But my safe haven's like a space station

I never wanted a women who busted balls

Or a lot of homies for trust falls

Executive orders for tough calls are all mine

What you suggest was pretty dumb

My mind's full of undigested idioms

That's why my heart's a congested city slum, nigga

[Interlude]

There are constellations at my ceiling

There are constellations at my ceiling

[Chorus]

You can be what you want to be, you and

You can be what you want to be, you and

You can be what you want to be, you and

You can be what you want to be, you and

[Verse 2]

You crazy Driver!

Like I’m tingling off of the bath salt

Overstimulated black adult

They putting my eyes in a catapult

But why would I need to see the stars?

My mind's a sea full of stars (All of them)

Invasive procedures get okayed

It cuts a lot deeper than a close shave

'Cause social lubricants are roach spray

And my center of gravity's a poached egg

I'm blank, I can't sigh in relief

My ego can hang glide on a leaf

I don't recall having my hand held

So I'm looking through all of my fan mail

For a lady who can dance well

Who's guaranteed to make my glands swell

Or I'll hang up my point shoes when these twinkle toes tire

And fix my point of view with needle-nose pliers

Let the sheeple soak in fire as walking sleeping disorders

I sleep in cocoons, eat balloons and piss mortar

[Chorus]

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

[Chorus]

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

[Chorus]

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

[Chorus]

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

[Chorus]

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want

[Chorus]

To be you and you can be what you want

To be you and you can be what you want