When the Chorus Hits

(So I have a question) (Why music?) (You know the field that you want is very competitive) (With a low guarantee of succeeding) (Why choose music?) (What's your answer to that?) I'll put the heart of Queens on my fucking back I get a chance to spread love when I'm on a track I get a chance to speak out when I'm on a beat I get a chance to tweak out when you fucking see me On stage and I'm, acting deranged and I'm I'm not playing and I'm Going crazy, waiting for them to play me A million more fucking times Or at least till I don't have to work this nine to five What you think I look like at a fucking desk What you think I look like in a fucking vest I'm sexy, I'm handsome,(I'm gorgeous) And lil mama treating me like I'm flawless I'm just tryna do what I love to do all day Making music and Freeto lay, let me know when you free to lay Doing dis shit so easily, lying saying you not feeling me Hurting, cause the way they treated you What the f*ck did I even do to you bitch (Okay, but) (You don't know how long it will take you for you to reach) (Where you're trying to reach, you know) (How will you handle, that type of struggle?) I'll put the heart of Queens on my fucking back I get a chance to spread love when I'm on a track I get a chance to speak out when I'm on a beat I get a chance to tweak out when you fucking see me On stage and I'm, acting deranged and I'm I'm not playing and I'm Going crazy, waiting for them to play me A million more fucking times Or at least till I don't have to work this nine to five What you think I look like at a fucking desk What you think I look like in a fucking vest I'm sexy, I'm handsome,(I'm gorgeous) And Lil mama treating me like I'm flawless I'm just tryna do what I love to do all day Making music and Free-to lay, let me know when you free to lay Doing dis shit so easily, lying saying you not feeling me Hurting, cause the way they treated you What the f*ck did I even do to you bitch? (Bitch, bitch)