I wanna meet my friends at the bar I want to pass for yoga in the morning I want to try and cut out all the carbs I want a pizza with everything on it
Everyone wants a piece of the pie With their eyes on the prize and hands in the sky They don't know that you're mine
I love you but I'm starting to hate you Your balance is becoming difficult to relate to
Are you picking up what I'm throwing down Do you understand what's coming out of my mouth Roots return to the ground
Stuck in a game with a quiet mouse When deep in silence you can hear me shout Locked in a stare with my future self You can tell by his eyes that he lived it well
Roots return to the ground