♪ Staring at a screen, living caffeine dreams Give me my two weeks, I don't meet your expectations Marching plastic feet, to the city's beat Where everyone I meet is looking for some inspiration I don't need a rhyme or a reason So let me run this down, paper's not my motivation Could this be the time or season? So let me run this down, I'd like to see them try ♪ So let me run this down, I'd like to see them try Could this be the time or season? ♪ Rollin' through the streets, a city symphony Plays in front of me, meeting my own expectation And I don't need a rhyme or a reason So let me run this down, paper's not my motivation Could this be the time or season? The time or season? So let me run this down So let me run this down The court is no place for me, baby The court is no place for me, baby Rollin' through the streets, a city symphony Plays in front of me, meeting my own expectation And I don't need a rhyme or a reason So let me run this down So let me run this down So let me run this down