
I know I'll never move up in my social-economic status
Well, I don't know if that's entirely true
I don't have a mirror in my life
I don't have a mirror in my life
I just get so jealous
You know, the point in all the rap songs
To spark jealousy
Show off one's success
I mean
I'll spit a lil' rap for you.
It's not that good, it'll only ever be mediocre at best
Just be unknown
So one day I hopped off the plane at LAX
I had my dream and my cardigan
People said Welcome to the land o
f fame excess

I said woah. I don't think I got that right.
Well, maybe if you said it. Not you but you
Maybe people would like it better.
So you hopped off the plane at LAX
You had a dream and a cardigan
You said welcome to the land of fame excess
Woah, am I going to fit in?
Well you know what, you fit more perfectly than I ever did with anyone
That's why I'm a little jealous
I never cry about my social-economic status
I know where I fit
I just will probably never rise.
Never be that Biggie, that Michael Jackson
But I just see how you walk in a room
And take it by force in a way
I'll never be able to.
I'll never be able to.
So I put mis manos abrir...
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