Breaking Out
So what's up?
You tryna say I ain't good enough?
You tryna take what was mine?
Well I got news for you
I'm too intelligent to let you scold me.
I'm too strong to let you deprive me of what's mine.
I've worked as hard to dig my way through
I'm no different form you
I have a passion for this
I won't gl slit my wrist
Shake it in my face and call me names
Tell me I'm stupid and put me to shame
Well your wrong
Mama aint raise no fool
You can't just use me like some tool.
I'll make a name for myself
Without your help
I refuse to be your puppet
I refuse to walk behind you
You tortured me long enough now I'm through
I'm walking strong and tall on my own
I'm making a name that will be known
And when I get to the top I'll look down on you
And laugh in your face while you witness what I can do
I know I'll make it and you can't stop me
And all you fake, playa hating wannabees
Won't be able to top me
Because I'm the greatest, that can't be beat
I'm gonna start flying so everyone can see
I'm breaking out.
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