[Verse] Victory landed—she dented the hood, Wings in the windshield, there goes the good mood. Goddess of winning, collision insurance, I took the stairs; she applauded endurance. Laurel wreath wilted, I put it in soup, Little bay leaf behavior—get back with the group. They were discussing the shape of my ceiling, I was upstairs with a spoon, fucking digging. Big undertaking, small operation, One folding chair at my inauguration. Mom took a picture, my eyes were both closed, Still got it framed—that’s the way that it goes. Seed in my pocket went through with the laundry, Came out clean; now the roots getting cocky. Give me a crack in the concrete, I’m in, Little green middle finger up through the cement. [Hook] Put my name up—wait, spell that right, Little dirt on the shoes, little gold in the light. Whole crowd gone, I’m still on the screen, Somebody tell the machine that I’m free.
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