[Verse 1]:
Damn, boy
I've been five years making music
Nine years writing good shit
On a track, half a day, in a day, going hard
Bitch, does it matter?
Cause my family hates my talent
Yeah I'm into serious problems with my oxytocin level
No one likes me, I want no more
I am someone home grown
I do my shit all alone
You know there's too much as I suppose
Hah, when I make music and no one sees it
I just wanna make no more
I have dreams, I have dreams
No one sees it, no
[Verse 2]:
I'm, (x4)
Underrated (x4)
As fuck man, yeah, I have
Too much pain, (x3)
Nah
You know when it's hard to take it, I'll OC (overclock) myself and make it
You may consider a limit, but I never gonna fake it
That's why when I'm making music dopamine is in my blood
But about of you, there's shit ton of nicotine stuff
I mean I'm enjoying it, but you try to enjoy it
This may be the reason I am the one people who enjoy it?
Yeah, Yeah? No...