Melanie Martinez | Numbers | Daycore

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WARNING: this is the UNCENSORED version of the song so there will be cursing. Please don't report and you don't have to listen if you don't want to. Kyle is my favorite, next to Tweek tho and next to Butters too ~ Lyrics ~ 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 bull****, 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 it's 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