Текст песни My Direction - Buck Bowen

4 pillars, none of them exist
They got traded in some years back I sit and reminisce
I see a lot of cliches even with my eyes closed
Cookie cutter mother fuckers duplicating rhyme flows

What else is knew? They do what they tell them to
The rest of us just sit around and act like nothing else is cool
Force fed garbage called horse shit
Stuffing our faces like gimme some more of this

Christ man gimme a break
Take the corporate dick out of your mouth for God's sake
Shit is so whack I can't laugh
Removed the bandaid and started picking off the scab

I'd give you a dollar to save your two cents
Your opinion is worth about as much as my belly lint
And even when I'm talking, bitching bout your face
I don't even place a value on the words that I say

Not cause I don't like them, see I do
But when I complain it reminds me of you
And I can't stand your life it doesn't sit well me
I want to strangle myself man what else would it be

All these new fucks come out and you think that's the shit
Piggy backing off that real rap so whack unlegit
But I'm just playing, it's all a big joke
Cause I really give a fuck that's why I say it like I don't