I'm doin' work, work, work until my beard turns white like Papa Smurf, Smurf, Smurf

I know, I know, life is not a curse, curse, curse. I go to church every time I write a verse

I'm a universal soldier in a card game of I told you so. The puzzle pieces rep my thesis, Jesus, peace, like, don't you know?

I'm so energetic on the coldest note of boasting stones. Thrown into unknown spaces, jaded faces hold the throne

I don't wanna be enlightened unless everyone's invited, like ultra-sorted crisis on the vortex of my eyelids

In love with the people that surrounded me who were frowning. I am ice cream over brownies for the soul I keep smiling

Finally finding myself in the liner notes I was surprised that I'd ever find time to cope. My composition is boombox, kaleidoscope, I was your shadow, you were my light of hope

Like a token in the bottom of the ocean, I'm holding on to elixirs and potions, but I'm not broken, I'm golden

I'm doin' work, work, work until my beard turns white like Papa Smurf, Smurf, Smurf. I know, I know, life is not a curse, curse, curse. I go to church every time I write a verse

I'm doin' work, work, work until my beard turns white like Papa Smurf, Smurf, Smurf. I know, I know, life is not a curse, curse, curse. I go to church every time I write a verse

I test the ceiling, I'm falling back on my lean into meaning. My manners bleed into dreaming like I don't need them to be screaming

My feelings that probably should have been screamed from the DM, and I'm not speeding to lead them to sleep on the reason

Like we can be deep, my tea is steeping, I see the need for the seasons, I feel the cold winter creeping

A bold allegiance, we benefit more than physical elements and measurements for the skeleton

The false sense of elegance cramps my style like tuna salad on top of my mold of gelatin

My cypher is fellowship, the road is narrow and full of embellishment

My cup is more than refreshment, a life of passion is evidence

I'm doin' work, work, work until my beard turns white like Papa Smurf, Smurf, Smurf. I know, I know, life is not a curse, curse, curse. I go to church every time I write a verse

I'm doin' work, work, work until my beard turns white like Papa Smurf, Smurf, Smurf. I know, I know, life is not a curse, curse, curse. I go to church every time I write a verse

I'm doin' work, work, work until my beard turns white like Papa Smurf, Smurf, Smurf. I know, I know, life is not a curse, curse, curse. I go to church every time I write a verse