[Intro]
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

[Verse 1]
Yeah, and I’ve been staring at the same spot for the whole day
Trying to think of something that has never seen the light of day
All of your tracks are clique
Played over, over-played
Overstayed its welcome and producers being overpaid

From the very first poet started rapping
And the very first rapper started singing
Thanks to old machinery, too much technology
When music wasn’t followed by a telеvised apology (I’m sorry)

But now I wanna take you back farther
To thе first time ——— to his own damn father
That he plans to give up all of his family dreams, why bother?
‘Cause he’s seeing guys like Jay-Z and Weezy rise from the bottom

From the bottom, rags to riches, it’s the story many know
But since when did it become the dream of every average Joe?
Yeah, since when did it become a point of pride to show your resume?
With a lack of education and 11 arrests to this day
[Pre-Chorus]
But I’m not one to complain, you probably realized
Doesn’t have to be a war for you to try see through my eyes
So for all you out there, dissin' to me listen to you complain
You don’t have to try and be Mr. Tambourine Man (Woo!)

[Chorus]
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me (yeah)
I’m not sleepy and there’s no place I’m going to (there’s no place I’m going to)
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me (yeah)
In the jingle-jangle morning, I’ll come following you

[Verse 2]
And it seems like the greatest like the prize among prizes
That he could skip out on an education but he realized
Is that through business disguises and through a whole lot of surprises
He’s become the very monster that the boy now despises
There’s no lying on Wall Street
There’s just sniff and scratch off
Just — foolin' clients, hoping they won’t catch on
That’s the price of this life, growing up in the slums
Turns out not everybody can go to state for drums
But I’m not one to complain, you probably realized
Doesn’t have to be a war for you to try and see through my eyes
But I don’t mean to shoot your dreams down or call you crazy
But real talk, not everyone turns out like Jay-Z
[Chorus]
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me (yeah)
I’m not sleepy and there’s no place I’m going to (there’s no place I’m going to)
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me (yeah)
In the jingle-jangle morning, I’ll come following you

[Bridge]
Though I know last evening’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blinded here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m ——— on my feet
I have no one to meet
And these ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming (too dead for dreaming)

[Pre-Chorus]
And I’m not one to complain, you probably realized
Doesn’t have to be a war for you to try see through my eyes
So for all you out there, dissin' to me listen to you complain
Screw it, I’m coming Mr. Tambourine Man

[Chorus]
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me (yeah)
I’m not sleepy and there’s no place I’m going to (there’s no place I’m going to)
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me (yeah)
In the jingle-jangle morning I’ll come following you