The Eye. (Studio Acoustic Bootleg)

I'm the brand new normal:
It's formal

I guess I'll get a little warmer,
And inform ya that I'm the—
Ugh—

I'm the philosopher they prophesied, I guess
I'm the philosopher they prophesied, I guess

I'm the philosopher they prophesied;
I got my eye on
The prize
I guess

And I do not worship idols,
But I guess I worship eyes
I worship them on walls,
And I worship them as spies

If you look into my eyes
I will probably tell you why
It isn't black it isn't white
And I don't want to be your wife—
I just wanna have one night
And I don't wanna ducking fight
I guess I showed up right on time
And if I'm gonna live a life
I guess I gotta live it twice

I am not sugar, I'm not spice
This isn't men this isn't mice

(Hm)

They call me The Queen of Ice
And I am wronging my rights
My rights
My rights
My rights
My rights

Yeah…

And if I gotta go under the knife
To get it right
“Aye aye!”
Aye aye!
I—I—
I—I—

Aye aye
Aye aye…

And if I gotta live a life
I then I'm gonna live it
right

Right?
You're right

You're right
You're right
You're right

You're right
You're right
You're right

In your eye
In your eye
In your eye

In your eye
In your eye
In your eye

In your life
In your life
In your life

In your eye
In your eye
In your eye
In your light
In your light
In your lie

I—I—I
I—I—I
Aye aye

I—I—I
I—I—I
Eye

—your life

In your life
In your life
In your life

In your life
In your life
In your life
In your life
In your life

{Enter The Multiverse}

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