you wouldnt believe how little you own em
a figure of speech, a figure on a paper
yea they leech, youll win later
its a matter of will and wit and a clever mind
that manager who makes you write that paper
yea I did rhyme paper with paper
call me a loser, call me a failure
though aint paper all were after
yea I faked, yea I lied
we made it through all this, does it matter
who said what, enough they cried
Im not saying Im a lyrical genius
Im just saying you make nauseous
Im not saying Im good at what I do
Just saying were tired of you blaming - us
dont stop blaming - us
cuz isnt that what fuels - us
whoever chose what means - us
did I ever choose to become one of - us
thank you for fighting the rights of - us
we didnt ask for it but are we still there for - us
the noise downstairs, the noise in my head
the noise outside, what difference does it make
brass clowns blowing their horns, no one cares
oh god, who asked them to do their job
well I can tell you were giving em their share
the noise downstairs, the noise inside my head
the noise outside, what difference does it make
maybe the only line in this writing that makes any sense
let me just try my hardest to rhyme it with something else
Im heading out, thank you for listening everyone
takes a while to vomit a line after a line everyone
well done everyone, we made it so far
had no idea where to go from the start...
