Though they often gleam They remain stagnant in fluorescent light I wanna hide between her knees Squeezing cheeks through lines of teeth You feel me? I hear it everytime I Grip or mumble or sneeze or chew Do you hear me? I'm not here to play This is my playground You wanna come up in here You gotta come play with me So, so sick of in Sticking in Sticking to my guns So sick of in Sick up in Sick up in the lungs, done To the Sun To the Sun Hands, hands up to the Sun There will be no rest While my chest is banging Tell me, tell me, can you feel that There will be no rest While my chest is banging Banging on my chest Chest Chest