الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Haven’t dropped a song in time
Wish I had a better rhyme
Talk about how things went wrong
Or how I don’t belong
But my life is kinda plain
Less inspired every day
Like a pop song on repeat
Like my parents' love this week
So I wrote these words for you
Nothing deep and nothing new
Just to keep my songs alive
Keep my name in someone’s mind
I just wanna fill the space
Throw some records in the race
Till they call me Pollard’s clone
Third-world king on my own
