IS THERE MORE

Is there more to it

I got adolescent dreams, a million dollars and a tour to it

Sell myself for cheap, that's a game like the whores do it

Soul I'm screaming loud, can you hear me going hoarse to it

So, lack of inspiration, go on bored to it

They don't write the songs, but you gotta send a board to it

No, make me wanna skate off, take off

Fuck y'all, I hate y'all

Probably take a day off and play ball

Swing for the fences only usually

Cause music ain't hitting like it used to be

Ain't nobody moving me, shit just ain't a mood to me