Awkward

I've got style

I work harder than anyone

And I can do it while I'm having fun

Yeah, I'ma get, I'ma get, I'ma get-get better

I want to be

I want to be somebody

I'm gonna be somebody

I'm gonna be somebody

Now, now, slow your roll

Keep your head low

Your life is a joke

Don't make this awkward

Lay back in the fold

Can't make it alone

You're too fucking old

Don't make this awkward

Now and then

I get a little bit full of myself and start dreaming, I can't help it

But you're a friend

You keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds

Show me how to doubt myself

And who knows where I'd be without you

Now, now, slow your roll

Keep your head low

Your life is a joke

Don't make this awkward

Lay back in the fold

Can't make it alone

You're too fucking old

Don't make this awkward

Cry, mine is mine, I clamp my head in the crease

Of a familiar smell, I think the tree is a thief

I'm frying everything that incubates and ever was

Simmer 15 rips before I croak and die

I flipped that maggot out, I sniffed that dragon's brew

I say I'm feeling it when everyone is on my side

We think we're relevant

Hey, we think we're being admired

It's slipping into this

All of you, all the heads inside the hole of cause

We're getting intimate, it's a flu in a vein

How do we disconnect from the arm?

Am I a fool not to run?

You're nicotine in my lungs

How can I trust anyone but you?

Now, now, slow your roll

Keep your head low

Your life is a joke

Don't make this awkward

Lay back in the fold

Can't make it alone

You're too fucking old

Don't make this awkward