Music is my dream, it’s the only path to happiness in my life
The kids on TV must think the same too
Just like me when I was young

Music is now my work
Even putting my headphones on is work

Music used to be my rest
But from some point, it became my duty

I need to make money, even if my throat rips apart, I need to sing
If I want to receive attention, I need to make some noise
I need to make money, the fruit tree needs to be planted on top in one try
Music makes me cry, music makes me cry

At one point, I was called the R&B monster, realslow
But now he’s gone, it’s over, the old days were good
I was done after “With Me,” retired after the second album

You over there, answer me honestly
Does my voice sound like a retired person to your ears too?

I need to make money, even if my throat rips apart, I need to sing
If I want to receive attention, I need to make some noise
I need to make money, the fruit tree needs to be planted on top in one try
Music makes me cry, music makes me cry

Are you listening?
Can you hear me?
I made this song because I went crazy

I need to make money, even if my throat rips apart, I need to sing
If I want to receive attention, I need to make some noise
I need to make money, the fruit tree needs to be planted on top in one try
Music makes me cry, music makes me cry

I need to make money, even if my throat rips apart, I need to sing
If I want to receive attention, I need to make some noise
I need to make money, the fruit tree needs to be planted on top in one try