["Son, you're throwing everything away")
Watch me throw it, watch me break it
Your expectations? I'ma shake it
Classical training meets the streets now
Making music that'll make you break down
[Chorus]
Voicemail static, can't hear you clear
Your words corrupted, disappeared
Scholar's son but street taught
Breaking down what you thought you bought
(What you thought you bought)
[Outro]
Signal's fading, connection's lost
But I found myself in what it cost
Harvard halls can't hold me now
Making noise you won't allow