It’s the return of the pessimistic optimist, listen/
Who’s constantly driven by the power of positive thinking/
It moves the cogs and the pistons, gives a shock to the system/
And kept me going when nobody had offered assistance/
From the top I watch them off in the distance/
Minions with popular opinions, what is the difference?
A pen and pad to me is like a cross to a Christian/
And if they’re spitting on the mic then I’m like God to these sinners/
They have troublе hitting a note, do re mi/
I don’t rate ‘еm, I don’t even give ‘em a sympathy vote/
I pull the strings with a singular stroke/
They’re a voice in the choir, they admire me, the symphony’s coach/
You thought I was dead but I’m unzipping the body bag/
And crawling out, I’m calling down upon you for my honour badge/
On a bad day I swallow bitter pills while you lollygag/
I’ve been patient, now I’m back, how’s that for a humble brag?
With open ears I’m hearing clearer than I ever have/
The weather pattern has been interfering with the mental map/
Now the roads are open and I’m steering into heavy traffic/
But I’ve come too far in this to gear it down and pedal backwards/
‘Cause I’m ready to put in the work/
I’m motivated, over waiting for a push or a turn/
Even with a foot in the door, I stood in the dirt/
They should have seen it coming but now they’re looking absurd/
I tackled every set back and conquered every obstacle/
Making a name for myself was never optional/
Watch me accomplish everything they said’s impossible/
Beware ‘cause there ain’t any spare beds in hospital/
I was busy watching satellites and shooting stars/
While you spent Saturday nights having pints at uni bars/
Stop in your tracks like a train of cattle to a moving car/
Get off your saddle, if you came to battle, I’m the coup de grace
Who’s constantly driven by the power of positive thinking/
It moves the cogs and the pistons, gives a shock to the system/
And kept me going when nobody had offered assistance/
From the top I watch them off in the distance/
Minions with popular opinions, what is the difference?
A pen and pad to me is like a cross to a Christian/
And if they’re spitting on the mic then I’m like God to these sinners/
They have troublе hitting a note, do re mi/
I don’t rate ‘еm, I don’t even give ‘em a sympathy vote/
I pull the strings with a singular stroke/
They’re a voice in the choir, they admire me, the symphony’s coach/
You thought I was dead but I’m unzipping the body bag/
And crawling out, I’m calling down upon you for my honour badge/
On a bad day I swallow bitter pills while you lollygag/
I’ve been patient, now I’m back, how’s that for a humble brag?
With open ears I’m hearing clearer than I ever have/
The weather pattern has been interfering with the mental map/
Now the roads are open and I’m steering into heavy traffic/
But I’ve come too far in this to gear it down and pedal backwards/
‘Cause I’m ready to put in the work/
I’m motivated, over waiting for a push or a turn/
Even with a foot in the door, I stood in the dirt/
They should have seen it coming but now they’re looking absurd/
I tackled every set back and conquered every obstacle/
Making a name for myself was never optional/
Watch me accomplish everything they said’s impossible/
Beware ‘cause there ain’t any spare beds in hospital/
I was busy watching satellites and shooting stars/
While you spent Saturday nights having pints at uni bars/
Stop in your tracks like a train of cattle to a moving car/
Get off your saddle, if you came to battle, I’m the coup de grace
( Amity )
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