Breathing Normally - One Win Choice

(Ah! I think I drink too much) See, my bros them turn up Get my brother Real life shit, no Hannah Montana Roll my J, go about my day No brother like stress and I no like drama When we in the club, it's a Champagne shower Only see blessing, never see yawa Can't understand, there's a higher power And we special, and we no do normal, no Normally, normally, normally Normally, normally, normally Normally, normally, normally, normally Yeah, yeah Men, na normal thing Normally, normally, normally Normally, normally, normally, yeah Normally, normally, normally, whoa-whoa-whoa I say problem e no dey finish Na why we dey burn trees, dey shacky spirit Remember when we no get, say would you believe it? Men, I gat a couple friends to confirm the lyrics You wouldn't believe it Normal-normal, e go surely better Na any singing my songs like Yvonne Chaka-Chaka Now, we're living better No more jaga-jaga Olùwà blessing my feet, so I'm moving proper Hallelujah, fún Ọlọhun Ọba Bò ṣe je ń sìn, nísi, ọmọ ẹrù d'ọba If na right now, men, I go see you later Nothing fit to shake me If e no be paper, I be normal Hallelujah, fún Ọlọrun Ọba Bò ṣe je ń sìn, nísi, ọmọ ẹrù d'ọba If na right now, ọmọ, I go see you later (ODUMODUBLVCK) Nothing fit to shake me (yeah-yeah) If e no be paper, I be normal Physically, I be like person wey drink Àgbò Spiritually, my charges dey block off olosho Fuck up any flow, MODU go turn up any show (eh) Kata-kata ranger, Oghene, biko (pra) Anytime we pull up, dem go know Pressure Their kele dey hustle for my bone Leisure Pleasure, when I use it as a weapon (eh) The thing dey be like say her body don dey tremor Naso I dey waka-waka Many men tuama Many men tuama When I been dey fire-fire Men dem gabaraya o Men dem gabaraya Normally, I bad (eh) Diligent soldier, MODU covered by the spirit Joeboy settle for your glory Buju, roll it up, take ten tokes Before ọlọ́pàá come here meet us (idiots) Nobody go gree for their akpor See, my bros them turn up Get my brother Real life shit, no Hannah Montana Roll my J, go about my day No brother like stress, and I don't like drama When we in the club, it's a champagne shower Only see blessing, never see yawa Can't understand, there's a higher power And we special, and we no do normal, no Normally, normally, normally Normally, normally, normally Normally, normally, normally, normally Yeah, yeah Men, na normal thing Normally, normally, normally Normally, normally, normally, yeah-yeah Normally, normally, normally, whoa-whoa-whoa (We dine, wetin I never, never, then me do toss) (Don't let me jonzi in the comfonitize) (Yeah, na boy, na your boy by the time I jo oh-oh) (Joeboy 'pon deck)

In lipstick on the mirror are the lyrics to my obituary In iambic pentameter, followed parameter Crossing my eyes, dot my T's I was delivered holding scissors I live deliberately, I'm a quitter And a winner anyway 'Cause I never agreed to participate in this game Won't follow my dreams, no, they all got me waking up screaming I can let them go from me, after all there's no I in team And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal 'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need To pretend to be normal, to be normal Well, I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I couldn't be, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally If I could live in third person Well, I don't think life would be much worse than it is In the current tense, presently This sentence ending in question marks or dot, dot, dot Is it courageous or escapist to Leave the quarantine when you're contagious? It may just be a cold And besides, I don't wanna get old, yeah I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party When the after party came, I was rolling in my grave And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal 'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need To pretend to be normal, to be normal Well, I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I couldn't be, ay, ay, ay, yeah C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audience I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight I want you to look to your left, look to your right Your twelve o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock Nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities Those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils Of the beautiful eyes of the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both Or in-between that you brought with you tonight And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel I want you to love the way they so seamlessly Like a dream, so beautifully Oh so dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their hearts I want you to tell 'em that you love the way That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they're not maladaptive Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent But rather, that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is I was nothing before, so I couldn't have asked to be born I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then? Is there nothing to fear? 'Cause shit's getting weird So to God who made this man You better have one hell of a plan And I'd rather be normal, yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal 'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need, no To pretend to be normal, to be normal Well, I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I could never be, yeah, yeah C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally, whoa Yeah, whoa, yeah C'mon, c'mon and love me normally

Is it funny or is it just sad, the way life pulls in different directions? How you can want something so fucking bad, the dissonance, the disconnection can eat you alive inside. There's a canyon between consistency and complacency, but in so many ways, they all look the same. Am i worried, or dead fucking scared to fall prey to a life of convention. The day in, the day out. The routines set in and the alarm clock wins, the shining of shoes and boredom begins... To eat you alive inside. This fabrics failing. Just let it go. Just let it burn. The fabrics failed me, the sand is gone from the hour glass. So what can you tell me, that you haven't told me in the past. I've opened my eyes, flooded my mind, stepped in the van, the miles, the time, lived a life of a thousand lives. We're out of step, out of line, these hollow threads we're tied behind, Cut these strings, let it die. Cut these strings. Release me.

I'm not throwing anchors anywhere My back's not up against Any fucking wall We're all told "We've got a plan for you" We're all shown the doors we should walk through We're all taught this world will define you... I swear to the skies, To these streets where My allegiance lies It's to you, It's to me, It's to us all, the people I know we could be. Not to any flag or government. We still Walk down the paths that they've carved for us Speak in the language they taught to us Breathe in the poisons they force on us Believe in the visions they dreamt for us Nearly every outlet, Nearly every teacher Speaks to our "great divide" An illusion, it's an illusion They'll use anything To disarm you To make you feel your dead inside, Insignificant, all alone We will define, we'll redefine We will teach and we will learn.