[Verse:]
Dreaming, that's what it comes down to
Feels like I'm never even coming around to
Walking the dark long path I know that I'm bound to
"Music ain't a job" is all you hearing around you
From dusk til dawn, it's in his marrow
Anton's quill is drawn, like a f**ing arrow
Aiming at the notepad, Hoping what he wrote can
Get a girl to go mad, all up on his gonads
Uh. It's impossible to paus it
Laughing at the bank with impossible deposits
Acne on my face but I want Acne in my closet
See me on the tabloid like ”I wonder what has caused it"
Hard work and dedication
Undisciplined specimen, i'm the first generation
Family of hard workers, man, the grind's an iteration
I'll make sure that my dreaming is the only limitation