Pushing Empty Words

Haven't dropped a song in time

Wish I had a better rhyme

Talk about how things went wrong

Or how I don't belong

But my life is kinda plain

Less inspired every day

Like a pop song on repeat

Like my parents' love this week

So I wrote these words for you

Nothing deep and nothing new

Just to keep my songs alive

Keep my name in someone's mind

I just wanna fill the space

Throw some records in the race

Till they call me Pollard's clone

Third-world king on my own