Lyrics

Impostor, inspect, I got too much on my chest I don't wanna all your gadgets, all I want is your respect Impostor, inspect, I got too much on my plate I don't wanna all your gadget, all I want is your respect Try me, try to buy me with your technology illogic I want a new start, do something smart, with my art My only motivation is to write with the right emotion I don't care 'bout nothing else but the music going on Lock him, lock him down, lock him down, down, down Lock him, lock him down, lock him down I got too much on my chest, I got too much on my plate Lock him, lock him down, lock him down, down, down Lock him, lock him down, lock him down I got too much on my chest, I got too much on my plate Sometimes I wish I could be who I wanna be And not who they want me to be Just make it all easy, hey yo, I got to get away-oh But I don't give a fuck about what you think of me, oh Try me, confuse me, elude me with your fake wings We both know who you really are, impostor, you're not a star My only motivation is to write with the right emotion I don't care 'bout nothing else but the music going on, oh Lock him, lock him down, lock him down, down, down Lock him, lock him down, lock him down I got too much on my chest, I got too much on my plate Lock him, lock him down, lock him down, down, down Lock him, lock him down, lock him down I got too much on my chest, I got too much on my plate Lock him, lock him down, lock him down, down, down Lock him, lock him down, lock him down I got too much on my chest, I got too much on my plate Lock him, lock him down, lock him down, down, down Lock him, lock him down, lock him down I got too much on my chest, I got too much on my plate
Writer(s): Maxime Nouchy, Haim Saban, Jeanne Galice, Shuky Levy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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