I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm ok
Marco Polo on a bitch
I'm out of sight that's how I live
All my nobles quite obtuse
I'm like a faucet let me drip
I'm ok, I'm ok
My mind is the enemy
Mr. Ingus test the waters
They're too shallow for his grave
He's a bettor quite forgetful
An arrangement so divine
They're so loved
There's a story but she's settling behind
Passive struggles hinder progress
And she's looking past your flaws
He's obsessive and starts thinking
Without you she's better off
Now he travels out of burden
Better days are on the way