King of the Fus

Honestly look at me, got a number for the mind to feed
One in the pile the king am I, stacked to the top w/ 555
Honestly I'm a fus, perfect ness oh fuckin' look
Find the courage to wait it out, any noise made is beautiful
Sound,
I'm about to get crowned
But her eye distracted me down
And I'm back where I was
I'm the king of the fus
Honestly look at me, simple little phone call requiring
To be myself and I'm afraid if that got out you might see my face
Honestly I'm a fus, perfect ness I wanna touch
Do with you what I want for now, then I wake up and face the violins sound
I kiss the moon the moon kisses mine, I kiss the face that turned to the right
Before you get on I get sick of myself and that's the point of the rain check: sickest sound
Why can't I just get what I want, oh please once, get what I want
We try so hard to look like we don't and you become second chance I let go, let go