"Brag"
Nobody cares about the money you make
Nobody cares about the cars you take around
All you’re worried about is how cool you look
Can’t give back the personalities ya took and found
There’s no need to brag
We all know your kind
There’s no need to brag
You’re not that hard to find
You’re not what you think you are
You couldn’t even be more far
From what you think you seem
You’ve lot that touch in your eye, it’s missing
Emigrate our country
Go immigrate to another
Make your money fronting
And fake being some other
Kid your mom didn’t give birth to
The one she raised wasn’t as rude
Go be ‘cool,’ go hang witcha crew
Fight it out, your conscience wants a feud
Lucky enough to live
But you take it for granted
You’re too busy worried about it
When in my opinion, you should just give it...up
