Dance Song

Its trouble on my mind, and Im just tryina keep it free
Another day, another struggle on the grind
And I dont even really know who Im tryina be
Cause everybody is giving me advice all the time
My friends want me all on themselves beats like mmg
Cause thats the shit they playin all on mtv
And so they saying I should mimic that
So I try, but I just cant get into that
Look I aint mac miller and I aint in the frat
And thats no hate to the kid
You know I give them daps
The snapbacks and skinny jeans just aint for me
Shit, I guess Im from the era of the fitty caps
Look Im 23, spit like Im 32
Dressed like its 98, so I guess Im kinda late
Im from an era where rappers were like superheroes
Now anybody with a camera can do it
They throw it on they computers
And they friends with youtube
And then we wonder why the music is deluted
Kids in the 8th grade cant tell the difference
Between the pros and the jokes

The other day I was sitting down to eat
Started talking to this waitress, she was real sweet
She told me she was feel up my cd
But truthfully she only listen to music only for the beats
Made me feel like I was wasting my breath
So I sighed as I wait for the check
Then I started thinking back to this dude who sent me a message
Saying that I saved him from death
Shit we all go through some shit and it hurts
And any day anytime like its switch for the worse
Cause when I sign online to speak to my friends
But strangers all messaging me to give em a verse
Fuck outta here, why dont you give me a grin
Cause if I needed yall, you wouldnt give me a hand
And Im the bad guy, cause I dont wanna do it
But you only tryina use me, just to bigger your brand
And then the hate flows, run and get your tampons
Cause I dont wanna be the platform you stand on
Thats why I need shit like this I could rent on
And to think, I almost made a dance song