Count up your portions, count up your checks
I'm just the chicken giving you the egg
When you going to see that your breath was wasted
Don't speak too soon on the doubts your making
A big deal out of a little thing
Why should I try to conform to formulated paths?
When clearly all my instincts lead to something more magical
Am i just a number cause it seems like thats your goal
You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow oh
I need a reason why I’m looked at as a joke
Until I prove you wrong like I've done time and time before
What do you think?