Got the life
Hate, something, sometime, someway, something kicked on the front floor ...
Mine? Something, inside.
I'll never follow.
So give.. me.. some..thing..that..is..for..real.
I'll never ever follow
Hate, something, someway, each day, feeling ripped off again . NO!
Why? This shit inside . now everyone will fallow.
So give me nothing just feel.
And now this shit will follow
God paged me, he'll never see the lie , who wants to see?
God told me I've already got a life oh i say ...
