No, I won’t go. No, I won’t start. I won’t hit you with these boosted platinum bars.
I won’t cheat you, I can’t rhyme, so now I’m really just waisting my time.
I can rhyme yes, but really am I spelling every word right?
I betchu think I wanna walk up to you and just fight.
But naw, I’m chillin’, and it’s poetry. That’s not the line.
I’ve got to build a better future so that I’ll be fine.
I’ve only entered into the world when everything is new.
Or maybe chances that I take will follow on pursuit,
to days when I should try to make my every single moment right,
or when I couldn’t tell if I could walk or I could fly.
But whose been thinking about the way I rhyme, or spelling errors?
It’s college fool, so when you cross the line I bare the cross yea.
I’m cooler than you think, but its cool, just you think.
And fix my errors, or melody your style, yea choose your fate.