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