Stick

(Verse 1) I slide around without a plan, Stick to walls because I can. Every step is kinda weird, Even I don’t know what appeared. I drip a little, slip a bit, Laugh at things that don’t exist. If you ask me what I do, I’ll say, “Uh… something sticky too.” (Chorus) Stick… To the rhythm of the night. Stick… Even when it’s not done right. Stick… I confuse you, that’s my trick. Stick… Yeah, I’m sticky — I just stick. (Verse 2) I jump, I flop, I fall, I slide, I stick to things I never tried. I make jokes that make no sense, My logic’s kinda… nonexistent. I wiggle left, then drift to right, I glow a bit in certain light. If you ask me what I mean, I’ll say, “I’m green… and kinda clean?” (Chorus) Stick… To the rhythm of the night. Stick… Even when it’s not done right. Stick… I confuse you, that’s my trick. Stick… Yeah, I’m sticky — I just stick. (Bridge) I don’t walk, I kinda glide, I don’t hide, I sorta slide. I don’t talk, I make a sound, Like “blorp” when I hit the ground. I’m funny, weird, a little slick, I’m chaos with a sticky kick. If you ask me what I pick, I’ll say, “Uh… stick? Stick? Stick?” (Final Chorus) Stick… To the rhythm of the night. Stick… Even when it’s not done right. Stick… I confuse you, that’s my trick. Stick… Yeah, I’m sticky — I just stick. (Outro) Blorp… Slip… Stick.