[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

Embarrassed 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]