Lyrics
Chorus
Wait a minute
Look at how I win it
Look at how I spin it
Yellow gold all up on the pivot
Got the budget for the whole committee
Selling out the shows in every city
Yeah they call me witty
Man this life is looking pretty
Wait a minute
Verse 1
Counting denominations
Watching the clock because I have no patience
Long durations
Under the moon while I skip my vacations
I see the view from the canyon
Keep no companion
Need some expansion
Maybe I'll settle for buying the mansion
I kept the crown on my mantle
Pre-Chorus
He wants a war but he cannot afford it
I took the check then I went and ignored it
Life is a feast and I already stored it
Got it recorded
Chorus
Wait a minute
Look at how I win it
Look at how I spin it
Yellow gold all up on the pivot
Got the budget for the whole committee
Selling out the shows in every city
Yeah they call me witty
Man this life is looking pretty
Wait a minute
Verse 3
Tiptoeing through the perimeter
Double my signature
Check on the temperature
Calling a messenger just for the literature
Clickety-clack in the corridor
Wanting for more or a
Ghost in the Gloria
Winning the war in the center emporium
Pocketing pennies and pulling the pendulum
Watching them work while I sit and I send for them
Heard what you said and I’m making an end of them
Giving them ten for the way I intended them
Stumbling down
Verse 4
Murmur the miracle
Lyrical typical clinical satirical
Checking the spherical
Weight of the world on a mission so spiritual
Gallop away in a flurry
Vision is blurry
Not in a hurry
Bury the worry then curry the fury
Looking at lucky and liking the legacy
Touching the lever while losing the levity
Breath in the brevity
Watching the clock for the sake of longevity
Running through rhythmic equations
Avoiding persuasions
Invasive invasions
Creating the proper and mental abrasions
Pop on the top of the piston
Ready to listen
Diamond will glisten
Keepin the spirit like water in christen
Laying it low for the local
Keeping it vocal
Total and focal
Taking a plane and I’m going so global
Stutter the shutter and butter the batter
The matter is mental the energy shatter
Watching them scatter
Climbing the ladder regardless of chatter
Seven eleven and heading to heaven
I’m revving the engine and adding the seven
Ready for whatever
Keeping it clever through terrible weather
Chorus
Wait a minute
Look at how
Skit
(Oh no! It’s Kid Koala! Our evil plans are ruined!)
(Trapaholics, bi-bi-bi-itch!)
(CANNON!)
Verse 5
Siamese twin in the coupe with the phantom
She hold it for ransom
I’m handsome
Expanding the brand like a mansion
Scamming the pageant
The cabinet is plastic
The package is graphic
We ducking the traffic and moving Jurassic
Automatic
The diamonds are dramatic
I feel the fanatic
The way that I’m living is symptomatic
Trapping the attic
I move with the magic
Bridge
Five-five-five-five
Keeping the dream alive
Counting the paper like bees in the hive
Looking at luggage when we would arrive
Sinking the shot like
Skit
(Dam-damn Son, where'd you find this?)
(DJ DRAMA!)
(It’s the future, can't you see the lights?)
Verse 7
Synthesizer in the middle of the winter
I’m a frequent sprinter
Looking at the splinters
Trying to recover from the dinner
Blue velvet in the garage
Mirage of a large
Amount of the charge
Living on a barge
With the sabotage
Flickering the halogen
Swallowing the allergen
Missing all my kin
I was living in the sin
Originality is thin
Let the data begin
To spin
In the bin
Pin it to the chin
Winning by a margin
Pardon my jargon
Looking for a bargain in the garden
Bridge 2
Crying in the chrome
Never going home
Static in the comb
Living in the dome
Wandering alone
While I’m looking at the phone
Yeah I’m looking for the tone
Heavy is the throne
Leave the dog with the bone
Chorus
Wait a minute
Look at how I win it
Look at how I spin it
Yellow gold all up on the pivot
Got the budget for the whole committee
Selling out the shows in every city
Yeah they call me witty
Man this life is looking
Verse 9
Seven milligrams in the pocket of the denim
I'm-I'm breathing out the venom
Liquid in the lens when I look at the agenda
Fragile like a fender
Bending on a slender
Spending every lender
Return to the sender
I’m a heavy spender
Chemical pretender
Lost inside the blender
Hoping you remember
When it was November
Tantalize the ember
Member of the chamber
Dancing with the danger
Pre-Chorus 2
Taste of the copper when the luxury is bitter
Glitter in the litter
Baby I'm a quitter
If it means I'm staying home and feeling like a winner
In a silver dinner
Chorus
Wait a minute
Look at how I win it
Look at how I spin it
Yellow gold all up on the pivot
Got the budget for the whole committee
Selling out the shows in every city
Yeah they call me witty
Man this life is looking pretty
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