paroles de chanson playwright - Inkth

Yeah
I'm in awe
What a play
What a show
Yeah
Yeah, Pull the curtains up

I got a whole lotta roles
I got a whole lotta facets
I got a whole lotta moulds
I got a whole lotta brackets
I got a whole lotta shades, whole lot to paint, take out the palette
I got a whole lotta highs, whole lotta lows, strike me a balance

I am the playwright
I got my play right
I write my own lines, your play got ghosts
I am the guest, I am the host
I got the bread, raise me a toast
Libretto liberating the whole
I let my feelings exposed
Nobody stepping my scene
I got the lock on my show (Woah)

Yeah, Pull the curtains up
Yeah, what am I supposed to do?
Yeah, what am I supposed to do?

Highness, mindless, free the pen itself, woah-oh

Throne, I'm the regal, I'm the mighty
Grown, I'm a leader, I'm the righteous
Lot of miles to hike before the final
Lot to justify, who's not a liar?
Lot to testify, who's not on trial?
Lot to liberalize, who's not a hire?
Lot to reconcile, who's not a fighter?
Lot to satisfy, I'm still desiring (Highly)
But I'm close, I know, to the climax