Fill it up, Fill it up, Fill it up,
A poetic mind can never be stuck,
Always gotta prove last time wasn't luck,
Gotta be acknowledged earn that buck.
Amaze me, Amaze me, Amaze me,
Yo cant be in it for them just to praise thee,
Always some fans you gotta intrigue,
It's an obsession almost a need.
Praise me Praise me, Praise me,
Distractions might delay thee,
All the tainted love aint supposed to faze me,
The fad of a new poet is like a crazed spree.
Shun me, Shun me, Shun me,
Always be by your side is a false creed,
The next new thing is always on the rise,
Finding the never loved you shouldn't be surprised.
Hide me, Hide me, Hide me,
Back to the poetry when it was just me,
I can live with only enlightening myself,
After all before you better the world,
You're supposed to better yourself.
