Look at me trying to build up a wall
I won’t stop till it’s twenty feet tall
Put sugar on top, and the reason why?
It’s original
Follow me to the top of my wall
The last brick’s laid and it’s open for all
Put your tongue to the ground and taste the reason why
I’m original
My girl is on a plane
I ride my bike try following
Demons get in the way
Grease their palms like take away
Mind mind deteriorates
Cooked up stirfried vegetative state
Find find it hard to see
Your one wing plane flying over me
I throw parties everyday
Be a bad, bad choice to stay away
Cooking up sweet laughing stock
To be original
Look at me jumping up and down on my wall
Trying to catch the lasso used to string me along
But you’re out of my sight, and I’m of my mind because
I’m original
My girl is on a plane
I ride my bike try following
Demons get in the way
Grease their palms like take away
Mind mind deteriorates
Cooked up stirfried vegetative state
Find find it hard to see
Your one wing plane flying over me