delusional world champion

delusional world champion - Jean Dawson

Lyrics by：Jean Dawson

Composed by：Jean Dawson

Walk

Till I can't feel my feet

I'm stuck

Inhale exhale

I'm in the breeze-yup

Catch me if you can

I got the moon in my greedy little hands

I make the sun come out

Party in my head

My disco ball will pop

Running for my life

I make the stars come up

Smashing in the sides

I make the clouds erupt

Sitting in my room

The karma's catching up

Spinning in the womb

My mama's bastard son

More I can't decide I'm stuck in the light

More I can't decide frozen

In the sun in the sun in the sun

In the sun in the sun in the sun

In the sun

Nobody looking at me

Body headless what's it called

When you see threw a smile

I'm so sick of making fake withcha

My bad religion makes it way sicker

Jesus piece believe in me

I don't need anything from anyone around me

I'm for the 'cause of dancing on cop cars

Jumping off the roof and landing on pop stars

I'm all scars bruises and all parts

Made it out the grave now

Look at this boy walk

Running for my life

I make the stars come up

Smashing in the sides

I make the clouds erupt

Sitting in my room

The karma's catching up

Spinning in the womb

My mama's bastard son

Running for my life

I make the stars come up

Smashing in the sides

I make the clouds erupt

Sitting in my room

The karma's catching up

Spinning in the womb

My mama's bastard son

More I can't decide

Frozen in the sun

In the sun

In the sun