Numbers

Count up your portions, count up your checks

Feeding your fam while you're coming at my neck

When ya gonna freeze with the cruel dramatics?

I'm not inspired by your foolish practice

Butter your bullshit, set up your fence

I’m just the chicken giving you the egg

Soon you're gonna see that your breath was wasted

Don't speak too soon on your doubts you're making

A big deal out of a little thing

Why should I try to conform to formulated paths?

When clearly all my instincts led to something more magical?

Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal

You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow

Oh, I need a reason why I’m looked at like a joke

Until I prove you wrong like I’ve done time and time before

And all your idle teaching and your criticism lack

The potential to penetrate my solid golden path

To decide what my future is, I'm my own clairvoyant

There’s no controlling me

Imagination on ascend

Take me to Venus, let me explode

I'm ready to pop like a volcano

Jump over me like you're playing hot lava

Emotions on one hundred thousand, who's gonna

Shake me like soda creme, but, of course

Use all your words to distract from the source

Of where all the growth on the paper happens

Leave me alone in my own concoction

Pricking all my fingertips to carve out many roads

Pushing out the petals from the bud of what I know

Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal

You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow

Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke

Until I prove you wrong like I've done time and time before

And all my intuition says is expansion comes first

But not just by material, I'm talking 'bout in here

My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear

Don't push me to the edge until I'm useless and can't feel

They replaced their search for knowledge

With the reach of many material gains

They lack the tenderness of the sensitive

Empathetic bodies crying from the pain

It's too late to grow their frame

Of mind it seems that its already made

No use in arguing with someone who doesn't

Wanna prioritize birthing of creation

Am I just a number?

Am I just a number?

Am I just a number?

Am I just a number?

Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal

You push us past our limits just to watch our numbers grow

Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke

Until I prove you wrong which I've done time and time before

And all my intuition says is expansion comes first

But not just by material I'm talking 'bout in here

My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear

Don't push me to the edge until I'm useless and can't feel