歌词
I’m not up on the mic
Holding hands on the ferry
Push my payment aside
I feel different and barely
Barely mine
I'm not teaching you how
I'm not telling you something
You say you got it down
Keeping my distance from it
But when i feel my fingers slip
I leave them to die
January push me all the way to july
Running up a budget
I could see your survive on your own
Oh no
Run it by
Me next time
Or i’ll never ask
Take your time
I don’t mind
l'll be right back
Like tube-socks
I sweat on rooftops
My teething ring jumps off
My swingset, my feet wet
From long days on weekends
No end in sight
I sit, adjust my tie
I fight with Gokus and Barbies
No sweet spot, no talking
Til i speak first
My name gets your name first
No angle i can’t work
No money i spend
Its often now up to me
No breach in privacies
No jokes that go too far
Until my birthday starts again
(start up, start up, start up)