One, two, five, nine

Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations that
I was tryin to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, what’s that like?
One hundred thousand million
But I hear
That’s what you like
So I was thinkin

So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isn’t waiting
It’s just passing me by
I just peak in the window
Lookin inside
The butcher’s got a fork in your face
I’m standing alive
And I was singin