text: Count up your portion, count up your checks
  Feeding your fam while youre comin at my neck
  When you gonna freeze with the cool dramatics?
  Im not inspired by your foolish practice
  Butter your bullshit, set up your fence
  Im just the chicken givin you the egg
  Soon youre gonna see that your breath was wasted
  Dont speak too soon on your doubts, youre making
  A big deal out of a little thing
  Why should I try to conform to formulated paths, when
  Clearly all my instincts led to something more magical?
  Am I just a number? Cause it seems like thats your goal
  You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow
  Oh, I need a reason why Im looked at like a joke
  Until I prove you wrong like Ive done timе and time before, and
  All your idlе teachings and your criticism lack
  The potential to penetrate my solid golden path
  To decide what my future is, Im my own clairvoyant
  Theres no controlling me, imagination on ascend
  Take me to Venus, let me explode
  Im ready to pop like a volcano
  Jump over me like youre playing hot lava
  Emotions on one hundred thousand, whos gonna
  Shake me like soda creme? But of course
  Use all your words to distract from the source
  Of where all the growth on the paper happens
  Leave me alone in my own concoction
  Prickin all my fingertips to carve out many roads
  Pushin out the petals from the bud of what I know
  Am I just a number? Cause it seems like thats your goal
  You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow
  Oh, I need a reason why Im looked at like a joke
  Until I prove you wrong like Ive done time and time before, and
  And all my intuition says is expansion comes first
  But not just by material, Im talkin bout in here
  My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear
  Dont push me to the edge until Im useless and cant feel
  They replaced their search for knowledge
  With the reach of many material gains
  They lack the tenderness of the sensitive
  Empathetic bodies cryin from the pain
  Its too late to grow their frame
  Of mind, it seems that its already made
  No use in arguin with someone who doesnt
  Wanna prioritize birthing of creation
  Am I just a number?
  Am I just a number?
  Am I just a number?
  Am I just a number?
  Am I just a number? Cause it seems like thats your goal
  You push us past our limits just to watch our numbers grow
  Oh, I need a reason why Im looked at like a joke
  Until I prove you wrong, which Ive done time and time before, and
  All my intuition says is expansion comes first
  But not just by material, Im talkin bout in here
  My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear
  Dont push me to the edge until Im useless and cant feel