Bourgeois
Joeyy
2:53(Face made of wax, I'm a crayon) (Face made of wax, I'm a crayon) (Face made of wax, I'm a crayon) (Face made of-) No furniture, I just need a floor to pray on Face made of wax, I'm a crayon Lead my own parade, it got rained on I excuse myself from the seance God- God put me on like light, bet I stay on Beckoned by the curse, I remain calm Pretty face at your door, it's not Avon Waste it all, then ask where the day gone I awake from a place that I can't return Wilt away in a vase, let the candle burn I consign my grace, I wait my turn I'll bid my face, I'll trade my hurt I'll trade our place, let's swap our sneaks I buy acne 'til pockets weak I stretch my arms, I turn my leaves I'll turn my cheek when under siege Believe in hell, but won't accept Believe in self, but I'm inept For a grasp of faith, I lept I stood alone when God had left (I stood alone, I stood alone) I stood alone when God had left (I stood, I stood) (I stood alone, I stood alone) I stood alone when God had left (I stood, I-) No furniture, I just need a floor to pray on Face made of wax, I'm a crayon Lead my own parade, it got rained on I excuse myself from the seance God- God put me on like light, bet I stay on Beckoned by the curse, I remain calm Pretty face at your door, it's not Avon Waste it all, then ask where the day gone