You might think I'm a pilot
You might think that we can
You might think I'm a pirate
You might think I'm a farmer
You might think I'm a stone
You might think I'm a father
You might think I'm alone
Baby, I've got your number
I've heard your stories too
King, stay the king
No matter what you do
I hold you under
And all your sisters too
Come at the king
Got a violin just for you
You might think I'm a man
You might think I'm a pllot
You might think I'm a fan
You might think I'm a tyrant
You might call me a preacher
You might say I'm a stone
You might call me a teacher
You might call me your own
You can call me anything
Your sense of entitlement tingling
Doesn't matter what you say
I'll be your captain anyway
You might think I'm man You might think I'm a pilot You might think that we can You might think I'm a pirate You might think I'm a farmer You might think I'm a stone You might think I'm a father You might think I'm alone Baby, I've got your number I've heard your stories too King, stay the king No matter what you do I hold you under And all your sisters too Come at the king Got a violin just for you You might think I'm a man You might think I'm a pllot You might think I'm a fan You might think I'm a tyrant You might call me a preacher You might say I'm a stone You might call me a teacher You might call me your own You can call me anything Your sense of entitlement tingling Doesn't matter what you say I'll be your captain anyway Explain Request ×
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