[Verse]
Punched ticket, free showing
One minute, head blowing
Out my flap is straight rolling
Fire for the herds unknowing
Forced warm, hot feet
Soon swarm on me
Bee so lonely keep me cozy
Buzzing on me down the coat sleeve
Attention now, asking how
How to get these lips real loud
Syncing crowd, finding out
Limitless we can't be bound
Pound for pound sound's my sound
Round ground mound in tears I drown
Brown please, pardon deez
(Pea)nuts yall should crown me now
King of the losers, no producers
Won't show photo, only logo
So no fame, lonely hobo
Toss me out like Quasimodo
Underrated, wonder fated
Be the 8th I'll say I made it
Hear the faith that's in my cadence
In the game till hunger's sated
Translated: fans waiting
Pretty soon, hands raving
Up down, mind tainted
Heard once, not hated
Heard twice, observations
Mind is racing find you're facing
True meaning, never tasted
Barely noticed, song's basement