Probably the melody staying in my throat
Probably the lyrics that ready to go
Ive got enough but Im chasing for more
Terrible musical pollution yo
I swear I never gon do this again
Man But I cant fight the feeling within
Nobody care who u r where u came
Say theres no future wat Im tryin to be
So man where the fuck is ur PHD
I do this forever but u do a bunk
Judging my musics nothin but junk
Reality u r nothin but a punk