Stroke God, Millionaire (Tree City Sessions)

It's so relieving to show my ray Beam of belief in identity It's not deceiving to be this way I came to show you my sack The things that you do with your attitude I'm awkward, I'm chipper, I'm random, dude The picture, I like it, so don't be rude We all came here just to fap I'm in love with the feeling that I'm loved (Not alone, so alone) Take my money, take all that I've got (All that I've got) And I'm day-, day-, daydreaming of a taste I can't hold back Only I share with the lesson, I'm mocking it Letting the pear flip its shape Top of the tumor, it's rumored I'm neutered A fabulous rape in the taint I'm in love with the feeling that I'm loved (Not alone, so alone) Stroke my ego, turn me into God I am God Expecting the people to live in your head If you knew what to do, then you'd do what you said Proxy the awesome and seek the deletion Of reaper repeating submission face Opt for the option to stop this exhaustion Breathe through the tube of civility The end is, the end is, the end is the end of days And we can get it in the open Tell me all your secrets, show me how to make you mine Because you got me feeling nervous Know I don't deserve it, but you're giving me the signs I bet you never saw me coming But I've had my eye on you for miles Just had to get it in the open Take off all your clothes and, baby, let me blow your mind Baby, let me blow your mind 'Cause I need it the most, so baby, let me blow your mind And I'll keep hiding in this cul-de-sac Day-day-daydreaming of a taste I can't hold back I have something important too I'm in love with the feeling that I'm loved (Not alone, so alone) Stroke my ego, turn me into God Is there a God?