[Verse 1]
Breaking papers just by taking lectures with them
Looking at me
I don't want the whole world to start looking for me
And shorten all the things that I say
And shifting the array to portray me like I play
The role in a conspiracy that doesn't even exist
Because I am just talking through the flick of my wrist
Just another kid that picked up a microphone
Went flipping through the pages and then found himself a home
Look, I am just here
Because the internet has made far places feel near
Because I hold all my favorite rappers so dear
Since 5th grade when they put Method Man in my ear
But now I love all of these groups, that have no common ground
Except for making hip-hop but not even in sound
That is similar enough for me to replicate it
Cut back to the room in which I sit
[Chorus]
Writing all night, crying all night
Cursing all night, frustrated all night
Embarra**ed all night, mad because I got a blockade
Plotting all day, searching all day
Noting all day, forget what I say
Trying to make way
But I have a blockade
[Verse 2]
That's the problem that I have when I'm looking at the graph man
I love doing this, so I don't understand
Why I have so much trouble just writing a song
With good rhymes and melodies to sing along
I often compensate my own mediocrity
By exaggerating fully and then hoping they don't see
Just how not interesting my life really is
I wish that I could claim „Ignorance is Bliss“
I had a dream that I had woke up
But I bet that I'm still sleeping
With my arms folded and eyes closed
Every pore of my body just bleeding
Ideas I could use in so many of my songs
So much that dry times would never come along
So much I would never miss things to say
Me talking forever, a frightening display
[Bridge]
Und es klingt mal wieder so als würde ich rumjammern
Aber das tu ich nicht
Ich versuch nur mich selber zu verstehen
[Chorus]