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They call my style old boring art 
But please tell me what they know about me? 
When I say “slam” everybody looks at me and says “what”? 
But if I say electro K-pop house, everyone stands up and whines “yeah” 
Who said I wanna be famous like Rihanna? 
Who said I wanna have monster fans like Lady Gaga? 
Who said I wanna rock worldwide like Nirvana? 
Hey guys 
Before I came to this jungle I was just a dreamer 
My teddy bears and pillows were my hardcore supporters 
My room, my walls, my bed were my biggest stage ever 
You’re talking about music? Okay 
Music is my first and only lover 
We started dating before saying “Hi mother “ 
And every day we met each other somewhere called mirror 
Holding my Dior flask and singing you’re my heaven 
Mama stares at me and says “I’ve got a crazy daughter” 
And people were calling me a freaky loser 
Yeah I admit it, I'm just a girl who’s doomed in her world that you call silly 
I’ve grown up with daily kicks in my feeling that got me going hazy 
But then My Pen Paper Couple got married and PYG’s whisper is their baby 
I don't need banana peach party to be cool 
I wet your cheekbones nothing to do with your 'Peach John' 
I’m a chameleon that brings down your fake soul 
And streams it down on all of you 
I don't sell my "I love you" s 
It’s something inked deep inside my core 
And I don't collect dollars 
To get wild in Ibiza spotlight 
I let my pen kiss your heart 
Sometimes it goes insane 
That’s when you realize 
There’s no price for your pain! 
I’m an artist who talks emotions 
Not a crook that’s playing with devotion 
Cheating on simplicity with frustration 
Claiming fair but breaking down the whole nation 
Then disguising their complexes with metal! 
Sorry dude if I smashed your rules 
But I’m not flawless and you ARE NOT! 
I’m ing in love with my belly and I adore being skinny 
Hey you! 
I heard you’re comparing me to your idol 
But she’s just a chick like me, like you so why do I bother? 
Of course I can’t jump like they do 
And my sexuality level is so low 
Also I can’t paint my face like Picasso 
So if that’s the meaning of success 
I’ll raise my white flag up 
You win and I give up! 
You may think I'm a weak fighter 
Can’t rape the paparazzi camera 
But she is more talented than me in this shallow area 
If you wonder about me, 
I'm busy in my rotten space you hate 
Playing with my words that you call trash 
Maybe my world is running in slow motion but today, PYG doesn't need an introduction 
Maybe I’m far from perfection but PYG never failed to make a good impression 
Maybe I have no power to be an idol, you said, but PYG has no desire to join this torture
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