WORK WORK WORK

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