Tip top shape in the top of the morning

Got my ego sprawled down the corner to the left

We draw straws but I guess I should warn ya that I don't shoot first

Just need a minute

Gotta set a limit

Give yourself a reason to lose control

We paint in mirrors

Nothings getting clearer

Everything a version of what's been done before

Tiptoe down to the beat of the bass kick ensnare

Worth in this box silicon

You can't look cause you're too busy scrolling to mind your head

I'm kinda sorta

Ok I'm a hoarder

Of everything I know that I shouldn't do

You're not supposta put it on a coaster

Let it sit a while till you try out something new

Tip top floor on the roof of Columbia

With your golden boots hanging off the balcony

We sell squares to the root of the problem

Then mind our heads

We see your timid

Turn into your gimmick

Open up and listen to what you're told

We paint in mirrors everything is clearer

Endless repetition of what's been bought and sold