The Box Lyrics

Im kinda diggin my little room
From here I care more about you
Why would I ever feel blue?
If I know see I’m praising
When I know he’s paying

Never been half a cent
Never felt this Everscent
Never felt so little man
Just working while praising
Just working while praising
Just working while praising
Just working while praising
There’s someone that wants to kill me too
If it’s not them then it’s you
Travel along the ridges dude
Travel up those mountains
Travel down these valleys
Travel around those vague things
Travel through those great things