Everytime I Come Around

The presence roof top, born with a certaint stature,
A leak of talent I guess I have the weakest bladder;
Work bad but i strive just to work badder,
But what's the point of greatness if you never get to be the master;
I think change but I dont think strange,
I can be the mode and my skills is the highest range;
Race me if you dare but know i switch lanes,
Because the competition of this trail can no longer keep me sane;
I notice the things I try, makes them open up their eyes,
But all that I accomplish is no longer a suprise;
I do the toughest things to seperate me from other guys,
And a honest reputation like what's the deepest reason to lie;
But wow... I no longer see the ground,
But I know I put it down,
Everytime I Come Around;