CRISIS QUEEN

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