i am not a genre
don't you label me
i don't work well with faking
i'm growing up you see
in this beat i see one million possibilities
it's just a kick hat snare under a sine so dance with me
rhythm, you have it or you don't
so let me share a part of me
purpose, you'll find it or you won't
so let me hear i'm meant to be
i don't know what to be
being me is not quite me
i have to rhyme or they won't let me breathe
i am not a genre
don't you label me
i work well under pressure
you cannot limit me
i don't just play guitar
i don't just click on things
i cut my heart i write it out
my thoughts supply the ink
everything is going down
i'm losing will i'm burning out
but i will go down swinging
they'll try to drown my singing
so you think you can stop me now
stop me now
don't waste my time
i don't need to be the next hit single
there's rust in my eyes
'cause i'm past my prime
not here to intermingle
'cause all my friends are fading away
i try to find a grip on the past today
and i'll be kicking and screaming on my way right out
i think i lost my train of thought on what this simple song's supposed to be about
stop me now
i am not a genre
don't you label me
i don't work well with faking
i'm growing up you see
in this beat i see one million possibilities
it's just a kick hat snare under a sine so dance with me
