Letras
How come with every day I wake up
I got something new on my back?
How come with every task completed
New ones pile up like I need it
Maybe there's an easy way
To simplify a little bit
Maybe that's just who I am
And how I like it
Crisis Queen
I am a D.I.Y. super machine
There's no problem I can't fix in the end
I only got two hands
But I pretend that I have ten
Crisis Queen
I am a D.I.Y. super machine
There's no problem I can't fix in the end
I only got two hands
But I pretend that I have ten
I animate
Illustrate
I engineer
And navigate
My way
Through this mess of an industry
How come with every day I wake up
I got something new on my back?
Crisis Queen
I am a D.I.Y. super machine
There's no problem I can't fix in the end
I only got two hands
But I pretend that I have ten
Crisis Queen
I am a D.I.Y. super machine
There's no problem I can't fix in the end
I only got two hands
But I pretend that I have ten
I write a song
I make a beat
I run through chaos
On repeat
Like all my fellow peers
Who are not being credited