Oh... Right Lyrics

Hey, it's me

I know we haven't spoken in a while

And things have been weird

Do you think about me?

All I got is wraps in me

Like mummies coffin

Up the coldest lines

Like skating rink designs

Top heavy as the number nine

Muffin man, come again

Cream of the crop

Making every group photo shift up

Like I'm gaining speed

Ninety-seven civic going eighty-three

I make a pretty penny off my two cents

Still working nine to five tho

Heat no diablo

I've been Louis Pablo

Windy city that's a high note

Feel the tension rise

Did it all without a mac

I'm just a side of fries

Profit centralized

Reinventing myself

To see what version of me I can fit upon a shelf

And sell out

Took a minute in the kitchen before it panned out

Everybodys got their own angles and direction

Let them pan out

Get the bigger picture

Let me shed some light upon the situation

I'm a fixture in the game

I don't age homie

Neverland, jet fuel

Lost boys, lost time

Lost mime asking for direction

But nobody reads the signs

I've been looking with my eyes closed

Screaming with no breath

I said everything I can so whats left?

Oh

Right

Anyways

I have to go now

Bye