Whole Lotta Me.

I didn't care too much for the pattern,
I didn't care much for the glaze,
Its neither bend nor broken,
But I'm on that road that I can't replace,
Punching them walls of the comfort,
Pushing that cubicle of the praise,
I'm all down for nothing to see,
But still stuck with whole lot of me.

Music keeps the soft on my head,
But there ain't none to comfy my bed,
All of them are one night stands,
Cause I'm the shop of them different brands,
I don't ship love neither do I sail,
Nor I'm a sea with any of them love's whale,
I don't do good cause that's for free,
But still I put it down into the Whole lot of me,

It pulls out the good and brings down the rough edges,
Got caught up with them feelings and pledges,
Blanket of that warm embrace I never wanted to feel,
I never wanted to claim the love didn't even like to steal,
I still knock that door of uncalled game's referee,
I don't have much inside but have a whole lot of me.