Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Feel like I don’t fit in, don't match these dimensions
Crossroads up ahead, gotta make some decisions
No time to stand still, staying true to ’em visions
But ya’ll don’t really get me so I'm done being pretentious
See time is a delicacy that I can’t really afford
Just gotta keep going ’til I get to my hoard of gold
Ain’t that what we all want? No, wait... Ain’t that what we all need
Seems like the only explanation for this rat race we're all in
Everybody’s seeking to be number 1, uno, ace
Too bad not everybody can make it, lol, in your face
Call me an ass if you will, I'll just define it as being a realist
With the properties of a pessimist
’Cause I've never been one to do things the conventional way
But who really has the right to claim their route as the way?
These thoughts I always think of, have put me on the brink of
Anarchy, and surprisingly this cliff climbing is really taking it outta me
Quite queer how I considered calling it quits
Well I escaped the abyss, though I’d be lying if I said life now is a bliss
But hey, all’s well that ends well
By the way, hi, my name's Hopewell
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