Серёга Север

First things first, I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh The way that things have been Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh Second thing second, don't you tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the cell, I'm the master of my sea Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh The master of my sea Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh I was broken from a young age Taking my crown from the masses Writing my poems for the few They look at me, shook at me, shook at me, feeling me