If Jesus isn't real then Lord save us
'Cause I'm on the toilet drinking koolaide in my tinfoil socks
And Ram Ranch really rocks
And I'm sad 'cause I've run out of things to run out of
Never was a people pleasing person
Or a people pleaser's person for that matter
I just rotate through like Saturn
And it's fitting 'cause I'm in f*cking space right now
'Cause we're all a god to someone
But we're just a dot to the sun
Well I wanna be a son to someone
And win, not just have won some
Wordspewk, wordspewk, wordspewk
Never was a people pleaser's person
Or a purple people eater or something
And if Jesus isn't real then Lord save us
Lord save us, Lorde Yelich-O'Connor!
And um
A GERD puke and a word spew
Clown shoes in a size two
Alphabet Cambells's at high school
Girl, I don't know just how to explain to you
Cuz we're all gods to someone
But just a dot to the sun
Well I wanna be the sun and just be warm
But, does the sun even feel love?
Wordspewk, wordspewk, wordspewk, wordspewk
Waking up for a hit, going back to sleep
Nicotine, feel bad, click keys
Borderpolar playing waking dreams with no controller
Words spewing out my face, girl I can't control it
'Cause we're all gods to someone
But we're just a dot to the sun
Well I wanna be a son to someone
And win, not just have won some
Wordspewk, wordspewk, wordspewk, yeah