Mebbe ittsa whiskee tawkin, but rightaboutnow I feeel like I wanna Oxbridge all overtheplace.
I’m so hopelessly confident (singsong)
I’m like a kid in a candy store (singsong2)
I’m a part of the intelite (singsong3)
We’re a bunch of idiots (grandsmile)
—
Gotta
run
south
to
truth.