CRISIS QUEEN

How come with every day I wake up

I got something new on my back?

How come with every task completed

New ones pile up like I need it

Maybe there's an easy way

To simplify a little bit

Maybe that's just who I am

And how I like it

Crisis Queen

I am a D.I.Y. super machine

There's no problem I can't fix in the end

I only got two hands

But I pretend that I have ten

Crisis Queen

I am a D.I.Y. super machine

There's no problem I can't fix in the end

I only got two hands

But I pretend that I have ten

I animate

Illustrate

I engineer

And navigate

My way

Through this mess of an industry

How come with every day I wake up

I got something new on my back?

Crisis Queen

I am a D.I.Y. super machine

There's no problem I can't fix in the end

I only got two hands

But I pretend that I have ten

Crisis Queen

I am a D.I.Y. super machine

There's no problem I can't fix in the end

I only got two hands

But I pretend that I have ten

I write a song

I make a beat

I run through chaos

On repeat

Like all my fellow peers

Who are not being credited