Satisfied, to be Slower than last week, always afraid Hard shell gives me a chill It's colder inside My limbs pop out in my head It goes from side to side But I get high
Someday, I will become
You might laugh, you might throw shit But I can hold my breath Dinner is your destiny Not quick enough, I guess
I'm hot I've been discarded
Someday, I will become John Wayne Someday, I will become John Wayne Someday, I will become
Someday, I will become Someday, I will become
Someday, I will become John Wayne Someday, I will become John Wayne Someday, I will become John Wayne Someday, I will become John Wayne Someday, I will become
John, I'm John, John Wayne! I, I'm John, John Wayne! I, I'm John, John Wayne!