mashed potatoes ft. RedBen & Conman Alexi Lyrics

Reach down and touch my toes

I suppose

This the way the story goes

Stretched form, weathered storm

New places I already know

I often roam where I can't be found

Pondering tropes, wandering around

There's always hope for a stronger sound

For steadier ground

Still it don't sound right

Something's off, not just the lights

'Cause 'round the corner a genie waits

Frowning over your feeble pace

Here to question your needs and aches

Quick to mention you need to make

A choice

Which voice will you use when you make

Your address to the crest

Will you soothe or will you exclaim

Will you let what you say

Represent you or will you stay

Separate from the person

That you play on the stage

It's a long-winded question

Un-expectant of an answer

In a volatile dimension

Where the uneventful turns to glamour

As I clamber home

I suppose

That's the way the story's wrote

Mashed potatoes

Frozen corn

Tea to help it down the throat

I see the jokes

Quantity slows, quality grows

There's always time for a longer note

It's almost like I can almost float