Oh man, here we go again
The tan was a point
Looking like a young hercules over here
Tight jeans and pearl necklaces
Would've made zeus himself blush
God damn sugar rush
Intercontinental breakfast
Every. single. day
Losing muscle tone
All that's left of the bird
Is the wishbone
Soaring high
Above the clouds
Soaring away on wings
Made of thoughts
Oh people
Y'all lives are monotone
Whip out the eau the cologne
Gonna make ya feel like a goddamn gemstone
Oh people
Y'all feeling alone
All you have to do
Is get a makeshift microphone
And scream
Spread your magic light
Sweet angel barry white
I need you more than ever
Show me how to be heavy
And yet light as a feather