Look at me
I'm the king of the hill
My back aches from collecting this gold
So tall
Yes
I'm levitating
Can't pierce this armor folded in gold
It's the chill when you're missing my cold
Pure steel
Yeah
I'm made out of mold
Touch the lens
See the heat of the glow
Another week maintaining this pose
Yes
You do
You feel the way I feel about me
It's okay
There's really not much more that you say
Another day
Another pot and pill
Polish throne and present the bill
Let me sign
Delegate ain't my quill
How they drag just watching you kneel?
Who the hell was at the controls?
Did you touch all that you could hold?
Damn near obsessed with deep-seated goals now
Like the force of sunset only grows now
Yes
You do
You feel the way I feel about me
It's okay
There's really not much more that you say