I gave up drinking, I gave up smoking.
I gave up thinking all the time,
Stone cold revoking.
The reason to my rhyme, I wasn't joking.
If there's a phony bone in me, I want it broken.
If you don't know what to say or where to begin,
Turn your highlight on, turn it up, tune me out,
And rub it in.
Rub it in.
Rub it in.
Rub it in.
Gonna strip away the past, reveal the present,
The famine for the fast, savor the independence.
Feel free of flavors of the month.
Feast on attendance.
This gift I'm gonna give myself will be my presence.
If you don't know what to say or where to begin,
Turn your highlight on, turn it up, tune me out,
And rub it in.
Rub it in.
Rub it in.
Rub it in.
I've had my phase in the clouds.
I was a head of my time.
I was a blur in the hand 'til I unmade my mind.
And if you endow me with sanctuary's anchor
I'd be so grateful that I'd get down and thank you.
Now that you know what to say and where to begin.
You've had the time to separate the sick from the sin.
All you've gotta do is turn it up, tune me out,
And rub it in.
Rub it in.
Rub it in.
Rub it in.
I don't need downtime, fair, or forewarning.
The lies are in the light now, lay 'em on me.
Adults in babe issues, just let 'em bronze me.
I'm making sure you know I know
You're above and beyond me.
Gonna be a lot of explaining to do.
There's gonna be a lot of explaining to do.