All eyes on the prize , individualism is on the rise,
got nothing left to talk about but me.
How I appeal, how do I feel, shooting the schpeel,
Everyday is a symptomatic narcissistic showreel for you to see.
And I ask you, tell me again.

Oh boy, whats your hit count, oh girl, pout the lips out,
Confront the inner fears in public.
Self love is self inflicted , got myself all self addicted,

we birth the vanity republic.
And I ask you, tell me again.
And I ask you, when will it end.
This vanity Republic
This vanity Republic

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Male back up vocalist

Stop look breathe runHunted by a loaded gunDark night, daylightKeep on living for this fight

Ring of roses, pocket full of posiesWe all fall down

Loose hips rude lips loud lit ball lifeBasket rim like lately we own itBruce kicks we hit mandem stick wrist high upLike this oh lately we zoning
We feelin
focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
Salivating no procrastinatingWanting money paper to get the callous case
inAll in vein no recalibrating
shots to brainGet those saints elevating we making ways holy paper planes
Focus focus focus
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
We feelin focus
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus