If it doesn’t matter One way or the other I’m choosing the third option I keep my head out in space At the plate, swing like hey batta batta Brains get splattered when I’m stomping Stepping on my own feet Wondering why I’m stuck in place Tell me ‘gain how you running things -
Can’t fly without wings The fat lady’s lungs fulla air And she’s about to sing I’m tryna turn desolate into blossoming like spring Do my thing, but in the end Every single one of us is just headed off the edge My foot slipped on the ledge I met the cement, a life spent
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If it doesn’t matter
One way or the other
I’m choosing the third option
I keep my head out in space
At the plate, swing like hey batta batta
Brains get splattered when I’m stomping
Stepping on my own feet
Wondering why I’m stuck in place
Tell me ‘gain how you running things -
Can’t fly without wings
The fat lady’s lungs fulla air
And she’s about to sing
I’m tryna turn desolate into blossoming like spring
Do my thing, but in the end
Every single one of us is just headed off the edge
My foot slipped on the ledge
I met the cement, a life spent