Verse #1

It feels so generic, a good idea with a pen on a post-it you look for your bini, but found a casio in your dad's garage You sleep on your belly, mum says it's cute 'cause you look like a baby you have weird aesthetics, but you don't panic, like everyone else

Pre-chorus

I can't control the way I move

my arms move in incredible forms

I can't control the way I see

my head spins in and out of my core

Verse #2

Do you feel empathy, when you park in a disabled space you act so expressive, that you push all others away

some fair commentary, while you sip like the bourgeoisie and then you brag about it, you look like a kid who's been on TV

Chorus

I see shapes in the dark

don't know what they're thinking of

Verse #3

you will keep up, you wil cling to the lamborghini

there's a bat under your bed but you too scared to use it you have a hunch, that you will win the lottery someday 'til then you're on your knees, cheap beans on the bottom shelves

Pre-chorus

Chorus x2