1 of 1 Lyrics

Open up the sunroof

Let the rain drops hit

I don't listen to that little voice when it says stop it

I need to be clear with you all

Not drawn to materials

Giving whole

Is my approach

So no milk inside my cereal

I hear it all

Spoon clanks

Don't need any roommates

Just these Yamahas

To make these songs

I see the moves shape

I feel the room shake

Pizza Dates

Graced the plate

Pizza Dates

Greased the wheels

I'm one of one

I find crumbs

I go hum then I peel

I struggle struggle what's real?

And then I reel it right back I'm right back less appeal

Than most

This the main I see faces

Adjacent I'm

Racing I'm racing

Sand I see pouring

I'm flooring till I'll be

Touring the nation

Ambassador fuck influencer

Not censored

Entered new zones

And I've grown

Alone so much

In time

So measure it

I got to think of more to say cause lately they're not listening

Let's rewind my mind it's like the time machine I'm sitting in

There's bubble wrap around the plaques that's facts it's what they shipped it in

A plethora of pretty sights from heights is what I'm picturing

Quick adaption

I don't need more interactions

Adopt my mind

I'm over time

It's over time

I'm going mad but still I'm maxing

It's quick subtraction

Believe minus the doubt is what your left with

And if my paths disrupted I just hope you get the message

So riddle me this

Solemn I'm honest I stare in abyss

I'm digging I'm digging for meaning but so many shove-less

I'm too in love with this

Why don't they care what it is

I'm Walt Disney

Woah

Some they don't get me

Woah

I'm thinking firstly the key that I need is alive

And it's breathing and heaving while sitting inside of my studio

One of one

I'll get the check

And then check off the boxes that couldn't be done

That's in quotations

I'm adding an asterisk

It's AL needs some ass quick

Won't settle for none

Cadence is spastic

It's matching my thoughts

Go on a run

And then piss on the box

Knees are still shaky

But I'm never flaky

It is what you make it I make it a lot

Sure do

And then it's time to slow down

Walking round with hands out only will leave you broke now

Heads are down people live in guillotine it's a choke out

There's fog machines inside my dreams

It's time to bring the smoke out