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} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.