Do you have any gum?
No?
Seven billion twenty thousand and seventeen souls
Keep stomping on my stepping ground I like it
When I moan I float confessions
My body language sends that message
Yeah, that's true I lost my tug-of-war battle
She kept the breakfast, not for long now
She overheard my whisper like, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout?"
"Persistence of course, see that's the difference of course"
After Revenge of the Sith, I tr-tried to conjure that force
After Samuel L. Jackson, I tr-tried to sacrifice pork
After Comic-Con happened, I tr-tried to look like a dork
Stereotypes blow
Died of an overdose on culture
Your body is that of a sculpture
They bought you and sold you low for the price
And apologetically motioned at you
No no, no no no no no no, no no no
Dammit you're no Mona Lisa
But let me congratulate you for looking ripe
Alright?
Seven billion twenty thousand and seventeen souls
Keep stomping on my stepping ground I like it
When I moan I float confessions
My body language sends that message
Yeah, that's true I lost my tug-of-war battle
But wow, you look pretty cool
I mean, you do look pretty cool
Wow, you look pretty cool
Wow, you look pretty cool
You probably studied at the Louvre for college
Scopin' that way that you dress, yes
Legendary apparel but that frame is a mess, yes
Straight from a Christmas carol carry ghosts in your chest
Good thing I'm awesome at chess
Trying to predict what's in your thought bubbles, ahhh
Trying to fabricate a similar struggle, ahhh, ah, ah
I'd like to know your angle
Won't you tell me?
Won't you tell me?
Tell me?
I'd like to know your angle
Won't you tell me?
Won't you tell me?
Tell me?
Seven billion twenty thousand and seventeen souls
Keep stomping on my stepping ground I like it
When I moan I float confessions
My body language sends that message
Yeah, that's true I lost my tug-of-war battle
But that's not really important