Lobster in a Tank
Lately I've been feeling like
Lobster in a tank
Gold fish in a bowl
The ceiling on this loving town
Is a hard thick fitted rope
A joke that's never told
A chain that's plated gold
It's too late to back down
You're not in control
I do things
I'm a thing doer
And when I do better
I do better
"Are you a king?"
Nah I'm an emperor
"What do you bring?"
Who me?
A new level
Wanna see what I mean by a new level?
Come in to my show
See me be clever
You wont need you eye
We can be the daredevils
It's a musical surprise
I'm the end of the
Age where the lame names
Get a stage in the
City of the saints with the
Many many sinners
The city where my heart lives
Flowing like its river
The city where I differ
Deliver like I made "thriller"
I'm sweet Nutella
I'm a real killer
You can never beat me
I'm a silverback gorilla
Though lately I've been feeling more like
A lobster in a tank
Gold fish in a bowl
The ceiling on this loving town
Is a hard thick fitted rope
A joke that's never told
A chain that's plated gold
It's too late to back down
You're not in control
Break it down now
Break it down
Sometimes I want to stay
Sometime I want to leave
Can't make my fucking mind
Should I leave or should I stay
If you hurt the few I cross the line
Shut the door then rage done shine
You better behave or you will bleed
In attempt to show you what I feel
To then be met with a thought
"Your pride is fucked"
Oh no!
No precious face that feels like home
Not a scent you smell
Not a smile -you a-
Stereotype I've killed before
You a dog I pet
You a joke I told
"The dying house plant that you own"
That's another soul that you seem to choke
The ones you love
The ones you broke
The car you pride yourself you rode
Are nothing but a silent way
A call of help
A crawl to a certain fall
Boy! funk! yeah!
A lobster in a tank
Gold fish in a bowl
The ceiling on this loving town
Is a hard thick fitted rope
I've been really wanting a passport lately
A passport that can take me places
When I finally got one
Now that I have a passport I can leave
But do I even know if and where I wanna go?
Every place I opt for seems so bleak
Man I wanna go home now I wanna go home
Said now that I have a passport I can leave
But do I even know if and where I wanna go?
Every place I opt for seems so bleak
Man I wanna go home now I wanna go home
Wanna go home
Lobster in a tank
Gold fish in a bowl
The ceiling on this loving town
Is a hard thick fitted rope
A joke that's never told
A chain that's plated gold
It's too late to back down
You're not in control
I do things
I'm a thing doer
And when I do better
I do better
"Are you a king?"
Nah I'm an emperor
"What do you bring?"
Who me?
A new level
Wanna see what I mean by a new level?
Come in to my show
See me be clever
You wont need you eye
We can be the daredevils
It's a musical surprise
I'm the end of the
Age where the lame names
Get a stage in the
City of the saints with the
Many many sinners
The city where my heart lives
Flowing like its river
The city where I differ
Deliver like I made "thriller"
I'm sweet Nutella
I'm a real killer
You can never beat me
I'm a silverback gorilla
Though lately I've been feeling more like
A lobster in a tank
Gold fish in a bowl
The ceiling on this loving town
Is a hard thick fitted rope
A joke that's never told
A chain that's plated gold
It's too late to back down
You're not in control
Break it down now
Break it down
Sometimes I want to stay
Sometime I want to leave
Can't make my fucking mind
Should I leave or should I stay
If you hurt the few I cross the line
Shut the door then rage done shine
You better behave or you will bleed
In attempt to show you what I feel
To then be met with a thought
"Your pride is fucked"
Oh no!
No precious face that feels like home
Not a scent you smell
Not a smile -you a-
Stereotype I've killed before
You a dog I pet
You a joke I told
"The dying house plant that you own"
That's another soul that you seem to choke
The ones you love
The ones you broke
The car you pride yourself you rode
Are nothing but a silent way
A call of help
A crawl to a certain fall
Boy! funk! yeah!
A lobster in a tank
Gold fish in a bowl
The ceiling on this loving town
Is a hard thick fitted rope
I've been really wanting a passport lately
A passport that can take me places
When I finally got one
Now that I have a passport I can leave
But do I even know if and where I wanna go?
Every place I opt for seems so bleak
Man I wanna go home now I wanna go home
Said now that I have a passport I can leave
But do I even know if and where I wanna go?
Every place I opt for seems so bleak
Man I wanna go home now I wanna go home
Wanna go home
Credits
Writer(s): Ram Alsalibi
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