Better, Worse

Call me often
Had to make time
Cash me in boy
I'm such a dime

Under cover
Like it's a crime
Under covers
Had to make time

I call the drummer
Cuz he's so fine
I kiss the drummer
In my spare time
Syncopation
Rappin' my thigh
Roll a joint so
We can stay high

Well I'm just a piece of paper
No better than a Dixie Cup
Scorin' the ground for a pencil
Tryna fill my pages up
For better and for worse

Here's a sure way
To feel alive
Let curiosity
Kill ya eight times
Well I don't trust no
Sky with no moon
Cuz my stars all
Fall out of tune

Well I'm just a piece of paper
Yep!
No better than a Dixie Cup
Scorin' the crowd for attention
Tryna fill my ego up
For better and for worse

There's no resting
For a sea shore
Cuz the waves gon'
Always want more
I'm a tide so
I'm gonna swoon
Waver in waves
That's what tides do

Scorin' the drawer for a pen to
Soak all of that ink up
For better and for worse