3 chords, blood, sweat no rewards

Another minute goes down the drain

Nobody seems to care anymore

Or really listen to what we're saying

Judge books by looks and fall for a cheap imitation

See us we must abide by our labeled limitations

They missed the X'd fists, jump kicks in nike

There ain't even a pig pile pic or hc

I guess in reality the biggest joke's on me

Hey you, at the back of the longest line

Just what did you have in mind?