Cut my hair I don’t care. I don’t wanna look like share

Cut my hair I don’t care. I don’t wanna look like share. There I said it, I don’t regret it. I made the rhyme, so don’t forget it. All you people who copied my video claiming it’s yours, you already know who created it, you know where it began. One crazy little rhyme that was never part of a plan. You copied the words, you copied the sound, but the original creator is still around. You can chase the views, you can copy my style, you can borrow my video for a little while. You can post it here, you can post it there, you can send my crazy rhyme everywhere. You can chase the likes and claim it’s new, but deep down inside, you know what’s true. There’s one thing you can’t copy, no matter what you do, the mind that created it belongs to me, not you. You can mimic every word, you can imitate the flare, but you weren’t there the moment I said, cut my hair, I don’t care. You can borrow all the laughter, you can chase it everywhere, but you can’t recreate the moment that put magic in the air. So keep on sharing, keep on trying, let the whole world stop and stare, because every time you say my rhyme, you remind them who put it there. So my tongue’s out to you, you piece of poo.