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 fucking 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