“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself” ~Simone de Beauvoir
Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster (gangster) Said she was better than me, what a prankster (prankster) Call me A.I., sir, I’m The Answer (Answer) I’m in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir (advance, sir) Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir (bitch bad) I’m livin’ lavish, sir, fuck all the static, sir (fuck all the static) Stars in the ceilin’, sir, dope in the attic, sir Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir (drive faster) Cockin’ hammers, sir, cockin’ hammers, sir Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
What about us? What about all the times you said you had the answers? So what about us? What about all the broken happy ever afters? Oh, what about us? What about all the plans that ended in disaster? Oh, what about love? What about trust? What about us? –Pink
Icarus 