Sitting alone on the lowest branch of my family tree
(It's a noisy one, ayeee)

I just woke up, time to wash my face, gargle rinse repeat
Every day is a new journey for me
The whole world will crumble at my feet

So watch out, when I leave this hiding space again
Because when I'm out in the open
Great things can be done with my hands
In relation to a bright mind, and super agility